for his glory, we stand
putting together, our prayer hand
safe and sound, under his command
promised a heaven, with streets of gold
if we are saved, that's what we are told
ready and willing, we're an easy mold
not for strength, not for power
not to control, not to devourer
i am his, and he is ours
our potential is quaint
but, our feelings are faint
we complain and complain, we're one big compliant
will we change, will we remain
this simple dull, plain old Jane
or his love, will we gain
only by striving, studying, and staying
loyal to him, that's the price we are paying
if we do not, we are only betraying
his love and his care
forever they are there
through the death and the prayer
his commitment is strong
never-ending and long
always with him, is where we belong
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