Proving Ground

 

On the hills we die, because we try to be a part of the Church, because what we see, explaining what will be, tends to make it a very lonely perch. While we try to die to self, we reach out to get help, from those of like precious Faith, but when we fall, even though we're called, there are still those who'll grumble and complain. But we're not alone, even though we groan because of those who cannot see, we keep singing along, people thinking we are wrong until we finally hit the right key. For the time that's passed, doubt has been cast toward the likes of you and me, for when things didn't happen, people took to nappin', and now they don't know what will be. But our God doesn't lie, like a man who would try, to get all the glory for himself, for when God speaks, our spirit man leaps, and His Presence speaks for Itself. For the Vision gained by the Words we heard are for yet an appointed time, the fulfilling and suppletion will come to completion and then they will finally know the rhyme.