The Burning Bush

A time will come when blessings are forgotten 
Peaceful allegiances become downtrodden
Where once we were free but now in slavery
Crying out in distress to God for delivery

Oftentimes we bring justice into our own hands
Impatient with God and with His timing withstand
But the ends will never justify the means
People will always have their sinful schemes

Yet no matter how messy the situation
God has a way towards restoration
You may be lost but in Him can be found
He will call you into holy ground

So take off your sandals and bow low
A special calling will He bestow
Do not hesitate and do not protest
Answer His call at His behest

He will use you to do signs and wonders
Bringing rain and trembling thunder
He is the God of Israel, the Great I Am
The God of Jacob, Isaac, and of Abraham

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