I sat in the stillness of the dark sanctuary alone
and searched my heart for sins unrepented; unatoned
thankful for the Grace God to me has shown
lifting me from clay where my soul had been thrown

Responsibiliy and obligation blanketed me with emotion
as I searched my heart under the weight of the question
what would the church be, what strongholds could she conquer
or live beneath her privilege of Gods' blessings and squander

The promise and heritage, the potential, the reward
of living for Him, expecting promises for me stored
and in faith of His promise to do abundantly above all
we ask or think, by simply on His Name call

To work in His field which are white unto harvest
and not wallow in tempting sins garbage
or enjoying worldy things life for a season
for with each promise, God has a reason

What could we possibly say to justify
a few years on earth of fun and revelry
oh, the results of sin when we see the truth will horrify
when we could have had eternal bliss for eternity

Have I been an example to walk in Gods' Word and truth
a light, a witness, a standard for our youth
have I been strong and unmoveable as an old Oak tree
oh, what would the church be, if they were all Just Like Me?