He will return our solid rock, It is in our time the prophetic clock.
He will return our concrete truth,
Be steadfast and strive beyond your youth.
Find the Lord our rock and stone,
Cleanse the grime set forth atone.
He will be here the lamb and King,
The mountain strong so we may sing.
He heals us all and gave up blood,
Commit to him release the mud.
Multiple choices is not his call,
Worldly ways you seek the thrall.
Weary flesh the prideful ways,
For God’s due process we must praise.
To lose our faith in earthly sin,
And follow the ways as Satan grins.
The only road a solid rock,
Awaits the stone your heart to knock.
“You have heard that it was said, ‘Love your neighbour and hate your enemy.’
But I tell you: Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, that you may be sons of your Father in heaven.
He causes his sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sends rain on the righteous and the unrighteous. If you love those who love you, what reward will you get? Are not even the tax collectors doing that? And if you greet only your brothers, what are you doing more than others? Do not even pagans do that? Be perfect, therefore, as your heavenly Father is perfect.