O sleeping saints, the Lords precious bride,
Awake, kneel down, confess your pride.
Many saints are dry, sitting, and yawning,
Leaving off watch, lack of prayer and mourning.
Many saints are scattered, seeing only outward sins,
Yet where is their covering, what's their heart like within?
Save the Church, save the World.
Judgment begins, in the house of the Lord,
He's coming for a pure Bride.
Rumours of war, famines, trouble(s) on all sides,
Politcal issues, abortion, gay pride.
Many saints react, yet in the flesh they wage war,
What's the first burden, for saints of the Lord?
His burdens the church, a bright lampstand,
A body of saints walking right in this land.
Gods wrath on this country may be held back and stayed,
When a unified remnant in white are arrayed!
Just ten righteous in Sodom, had the Lord God found,
He'd of held back the brimstone, making cities ash mounds.
All down the ages, God’s desired a pure people,
Not saints that are scattered, or shrivelling under steeples!
With eyes like flames of fire, amidst His church ,
The Son of God was walking, /every heart did He search,
I have somewhat against thee, the Lord did say,
To Lampstands established by Apostles in their day,
These with signs and wonders, all wisdom did abound,
Yet before His holy eyes with blame they were found!
Two thousand years removed, Fallen systems now abound,
And what of your church, if He searched would be found?
Don't rely on former glory, what's the Spiritual state today?
O Harden not your heart, hear what the Spirit doth say!
O saints step back, kneel down, seek the Lord,
Ask, who is God with? Where is the Lord?
His desire for the remnant, is a candlestick lit,
Saints endued with power is promised in the Testament.
Many Lampstands have failed, this calling they received,
Revival ’s just an option, false prophets they’ve believed.
O, but Churches say, “we’re content as we are”
They “searched the written word”...O how far from Christ they are!
Spiritual Gifts, all in common, seeking His glory,
Don't fall for satan's lies, it isn’t just history!
“Save the Church, Save the World”, was Ravenhill's quote,
But the Church has no idea what he meant, when he wrote!
He's able to move, to guide and to lead,
Only lay your all down before Him and plead,
Pray as the prophets, sigh, weep and mourn,
To see His glory, and pant for the dawn.
Raise up Your house, Lord! And the Church of Christ restore!
For You alone are worthy, The Bridegroom we adore!
He's worthy! He's coming for a pure bride