Unless The Lord builds the House
They that labour, labour in vain
How many, Lord, churches that bear Your Name,
How many of them cause You pain?
How many of them, Lord, are built by man?
So You must uproot, so You must tear down still,
Before You can plant them, before You can build
Before You can form them according to Your Will
Oh Lord, free us from man,
From Satan’s kingdom
Oh Lord, may Your Will alone be done
Rebuild,
Remould Your people
In Your image alone
That that which is built,
Is worthy of You,
I groan.



Psa:127:1














“God equips every word He speaks with enough faith to bring it to pass”