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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