Without stress his voice came knocking to my hearing
Quenching all our set back
Placing us in his front yard
Always willing to assist in time of distress
But we never admit that we are his subjects
Running from his presence
Chilling even in the atmosphere of sin
Never did we rethink!
Was this what he wanted for us!
Breaking all our guard
Were all the works of our hands
Here is he waiting for us to stretch out our hand
Humble our self to fall at his feet seeking for mercy
There a great banquet for every won soul
Walking on the aisle with the bridegroom
How sweet it is to be all dress in white
