COMPLACENCE IS A STENCH....
© By: Michael P. Johnson

This world is suffering great defeat
Her death though slow is sure
Yet if she'd sit at Jesus' feet
She'd find the perfect cure

In Christ her children would be strong
They'd seek their Saviour's face
Instead she sings her master's song
And slips through sin from grace

Perhaps she'll come if Christ is heard
Through such as you and I
If in her heart we'd plant God's Word
Her children wouldn't die

The devil friend must flee from sight
The world must now be free
But we must be God's guiding light
So those yet lost can see

We need to lead unto the Lord
The blind, the sick, the lame
We need to spread Life's word abroad
For which The Saviour came!

Like team reserves sat on the bench
Players who never play
Complacence is to God a stench
He hates to smell each day

God calls to rise take firm life's stand
Until the foe has lost
Help others to The Promised Land
Regardless of the cost

For more must bow before God's Son
More tongues confess Him Lord
More hearts sing true God's will be done
Before God's great reward.....