From the Album Fire and Ice by Steve Camp
O Lord Take your plow to my fallow Ground
Let your blade dig down to the soil of my soul
Before I become dry and dusty
And Lord I know there must be richer earth lying below.
For I've been living in Laodicea
And The fire that once burned bright I've let it grow dim
and The very one I swore that I would die for
all has been forgotten as the world has become my friend.
We have turned from your laws trying to find a better way
Each man does today what is right in his own eyes
we will pay the price for our sinning we can never know true livin
we've exchanged his truth for lies
We've been living in Laodicea
and The fire that once burned bright we've let it grow dim
and The very one we swore that we would die for has all been forgotten as the world's become our friend
It's no small of a thing that he's done for you,
by shutting the gates of hell up on a Cross
We were sentenced once but now we are pardoned
and he chooses to use us though we fall
So while were living in Laodicea
keep the fire burning bright don't let it grow dim
For the very one we swore that we would die for he must not be forgotten
fear the world become a friend
For the very one that we swore that we would die for he must not be forgotten
fear the world become a friend
From the Album Fire and Ice by Steve Camp
O Lord Take your plow to my fallow Ground
Let your blade dig down to the soil of my soul
Before I become dry and dusty
And Lord I know there must be richer earth lying below.
For I've been living in Laodicea
And The fire that once burned bright I've let it grow dim
and The very one I swore that I would die for
all has been forgotten as the world has become my friend.
We have turned from your laws trying to find a better way
Each man does today what is right in his own eyes
we will pay the price for our sinning we can never know true livin
we've exchanged his truth for lies
We've been living in Laodicea
and The fire that once burned bright we've let it grow dim
and The very one we swore that we would die for has all been forgotten as the world's become our friend
It's no small of a thing that he's done for you,
by shutting the gates of hell up on a Cross
We were sentenced once but now we are pardoned
and he chooses to use us though we fall
So while were living in Laodicea
keep the fire burning bright don't let it grow dim
For the very one we swore that we would die for he must not be forgotten
fear the world become a friend
For the very one that we swore that we would die for he must not be forgotten
fear the world become a friend
