True Revival Send

Oh, desire, you great deceiver
Of this dark vain world's lust,
Hid within the hearts of men,
Who know not One Who's Just.

Oh, what a picture you paint for them
Of peace which is not peace,
Disguising hell so brilliantly
With lights which are on lease.

How blind they are in pride and sin
To think they will escape,
By trusting in themselves to know
The truth though masked with cape.*

No moral change or outer veils
Will keep them from destruction,
Though wise they think themselves to be
By reason and deduction.

They see Your work of common grace
And know not they are falling,
And think at last they will be safe,
And know not they're appalling.

They know not their lives to be
The stench of death to One so Holy,
The god of self, they're given to
And worship now so lowly.

The Christ they know is but a figment
Of their imagination,
And know not Him Who is the One,
The Light of all creation.

No love for You , or for Your Word,
You are the hidden Treasure.
No comprehension of the One
Who's Value's beyond measure.

Oh, Breathe, O' Breath of Life to them,
Who from this world are chosen,
Melt through the frigid hearts of all
Your own that are now frozen.

Oh, Holy Spirit as a Fire
Burn brightly now from Glory,
Reveal to them the Truth of Christ,
Who IS Redemption's Story.

He gave Himself for all our sin
And God is satisfied,
And those who come through Him alone,
They will not be denied.

Oh, God we ask that You be pleased,
And True revival send,
And separate Your wheat from chaff,
This for Your Glory's end.

More brokenness we ask of You,
Oh, Father of our God,
Your Son, our Christ, be Magnified,
As homeward we shall trod.

*(Cape: to head or point; to keep a course; as the ship capes southwest by south. In other words, though they may express one thing by what they say, they express another by how they continue to live.)

Michael E. Wood 02-08-2010