Going...Going...Gone
They made of their ignorance a god
And its name was pride
They tore at us
And tried in vain
To destroy our ministry
As we suffered long
In and for our faith
To learn the true depth and meaning
Of God's purpose
God's sacrifice
We broke bread
And drank wine with Christ
In fellowship with His body
His blood
His unspeakable gentleness
And joy
To make holy and acceptable
That which was given us
By His mercy
To sustain and enrich
Both the flesh and spirit
Of His heaven-on-earth kingdom
Scorned
Robbed
Spat upon
And abused
For the sake of God's will
Were we
By the goons of ignorance
And complacency
But now it is they
In their shameful defeat
Who have no place to hide
On the field of the losing side
Watching
Dumbfounded
As we round the bases
On our way home to glory
And the scoring of the winning run
So it was with we who prayed
Waited
And won another glorious victory
With God
And for His love
In the precious name of our Redeemer
Jesus Christ
John Christopher
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