What is man, that thou are mindful of him? and the son of man, that thou visit him?
Blundering, stumbling; blindly they go..
Where lies the truth, does anyone know?
Gently erased, through a passage of time; morphed into virtue, without the divine.
Some hear him calling, peculiar, I know; to not hear their voices; never on show.
Oppressed, afflicted; do they open their mouth?
Who knows who knows, what I am talking about...
When He comes, will he find faith on earth?
Creation is groaning, they don\'t know their worth.
He made them a little lower than the angels, and crowned them with glory and honour.
Hear, I repent, for the pain and the sorrow..
To know you is to love you:
You always loved first.
No greater love can man receive?
Than the love that saves the earth.
And guide us back, to our first love...
Fixes our gaze, on heaven above...
Gives new life, free of guilt and shame...
To know the one: our lifes, explained.
Taken from the miry clay, washed in His blood.
The Lord\'s most High!
He is the vine, we are the branches...
Heaven invading earth...
Then will all creation groan, when He bring it to the birth.
My son, attend unto my words; incline thine ear to my sayings -
\"So then faith comes by hearing, and hearing by the word of God.
For love, who must come first?