While The Christians Are Asleep
My lamp is ablaze and overflowing with oil..
For the Lord said clearly, to be wise as I toil.
I have separated myself, from those who are fools..
To be counted worthy and not be used like tools.
While deep in prayer, I was told by God..
Do not be a part, of what He is not a part of.
Though I am rejected, by those whom I loved..
I choose to follow, the Lord from above.
Like me or hate me, that is your choice..
But in everything I do, I will always rejoice.
My destiny was planned, before I was born..
So the Johnny come lately, will never reap my corn.
I am a prize and treasured by the Lord.
With heaven's own linen, that I can afford.
Refined and sanctified, to do what I must..
As a servant of the Lord and in Him I will trust.
In the lonely hours, while the Christians are asleep..
I will pray in faith, to be not sifted like wheat.
To run this race, I might crawl on the ground..
But the awakening of the sunshine, says I will always be found.
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