Rather live me a life, than preach me a thousand sermons
Show me with your life which is the provided way of God
Shine on the narrow path, Illuminate it with your light for me to see
Prove to me by your fruits, that Christ has resurrected and in your soul doth he live
Speak to me less, and act more.
Let me see the life of your Master, whom you profess to love and faithfully serve.
Let me see it expressed in you.
For everybody else professes the same, all claim to be in the faith.
But where are the works? Did He not say greater works will you do?
Or did it say greater speech will you have? I beg your pardon.
Why then do you cast your attention upon preaching to me, do you not preach to yourself first?
Wonderful words I hear from your lips, words that irradiate higher knowledge than I had
I could tell that thou hast insight, and I reckoned it was only inevitable that your life will likewise testify.
Were my expectations haywire?
Oh I pray tell me, where is that power you speak of that transforms lives? I am dying to know, and so is the world. An antidote of love it needs, but where are His disciples to administer it?
So many preach and teach. They all claim to be His followers.
But where are those whose life they have?
Those who know that knowledge puffeth up, but charity edifieth.
Those who will ooze out unfeigned love to even the unlovable, who do not put up an act.
Thou knowest very well that these are confusing times; you say there’s more confusion in the world than there’s ever been. How then can I know which is truth, when all say they’ve got it?
How I loved it when I heard you say, “by their fruits you will know”.
And I ask you, where are your fruits?
Show me with your life which is the provided way of God
Shine on the narrow path, Illuminate it with your light for me to see
Prove to me by your fruits, that Christ has resurrected and in your soul doth he live
Speak to me less, and act more.
Let me see the life of your Master, whom you profess to love and faithfully serve.
Let me see it expressed in you.
For everybody else professes the same, all claim to be in the faith.
But where are the works? Did He not say greater works will you do?
Or did it say greater speech will you have? I beg your pardon.
Why then do you cast your attention upon preaching to me, do you not preach to yourself first?
Wonderful words I hear from your lips, words that irradiate higher knowledge than I had
I could tell that thou hast insight, and I reckoned it was only inevitable that your life will likewise testify.
Were my expectations haywire?
Oh I pray tell me, where is that power you speak of that transforms lives? I am dying to know, and so is the world. An antidote of love it needs, but where are His disciples to administer it?
So many preach and teach. They all claim to be His followers.
But where are those whose life they have?
Those who know that knowledge puffeth up, but charity edifieth.
Those who will ooze out unfeigned love to even the unlovable, who do not put up an act.
Thou knowest very well that these are confusing times; you say there’s more confusion in the world than there’s ever been. How then can I know which is truth, when all say they’ve got it?
How I loved it when I heard you say, “by their fruits you will know”.
And I ask you, where are your fruits?
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