The world goes around with everyone standing firmly on the ground Every person claims his land, putting up fences and houses so grand Nations develop and voters decide – set up a leader as head of the tribe to organise, protect and develop the land, to rule the people firmly in hand
People get busy to work and to play looking after family assets every day They prosper and thrive but fail in keeping their faith alive From every castle the king and his queen look down at his neighbour as someone unseen
Amidst money, cars and possession, a new enemy arises – recession! Amongst all the problems, quarrels and grief, people don’t know what to believe In every country the head of state, looks at himself as Alexander the Great Nations are fighting on uncommon ground, morals fall down and hate comes around
There, resplendent on his man-made throne, the president rules with a heart of stone “This is my land – I will do this, but please understand If you don’t agree, I’ll take you by the hand to escort you out of the land” Hi. Mr President, may I have a word? Or are we only to be seen and not heard?
Who gave you the land? Who made you king of your zoo? God created this land with every person, animal and plant It just cannot be sold for silver or gold God gave us part of His land, to live and enjoy with an open hand
This land is still His with everything on it, even the diamonds and gold upon it Come, my friend, before the day passes by. Take His hand and look up into the sky God is alive and living here too. He is King, keeping everything new
Stop running, shouting and do not stress. To follow Jesus is simply the best Take His hand and enter into His rest
God will never leave us – nor forsake us! The president, after all – not following Jesus, is nothing at all.