Purified by Fire
As His sacrifice, living
Must be holy, and pure
For we dare not present
If defiled, and impure.
Parable of the Talents
So, heed a big warning
Given all we’ve received
Invest well, for our Master
Don’t hide it, deceived.
Our ‘Religious’ Facade
So lay aside, our excuses
And false ‘religious’ façade
Come humbly and repent
Seek transformation, from God.
Overcoming Temptation
And so, love not the world
Nor selfishness, greed
Seek God’s glory alone
Let His Spirit, always lead.
Our Sovereign God
The LORD gives, and He takes
He rules, as He will
He is sovereign, all powerful
So be quiet, and still.
Our Motives
Our motives so matter
To take, or to give
Self-serving, or God’s glory
For what do we live?
Our Master Craftsman
Our Master Craftsman ceases not
With skillful hands of love
To weave our lives, to that of Christ
Sat glorified above.
Our Great God
How great is our God
Our triumphant King
Let all heaven shout
His praises loud sing.
For What Are You Grasping?
For what are you grasping
And groping in life
Is it riches and comfort
Success, without strife?
O Come, Holy Spirit
Control and compel me
Conform me to Christ
Consume all the dross
His blood has sufficed.