Living in Laodicea - Steve Camp

 

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