Prepare yourselves. Prepare! His Way has come.
Drop down all foes destroy the deep and dark.
His Work, His Will His Gifts, His Life, I've won.
Rejoice! Renew! Revive! Release! Then thank
Him for all fruitfulness. His Truth and Joy
Propel through mired stony, fallow grounds.
The Way He makes is soft but will destroy
All lies, hypocrisies, double minded sounds.
Caught up in worthless, earthly vanities
Dull men denounce the far off spiritual lands.
They're blind to what they cannot know or see
That God's foundation's rock not shifting sands.
How straight the gate he framed for liberty.
Hewn from the cross of Christ at Calvary.
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