BETWEEN THE PORCH AND THE ALTAR

To this generation much has been given

But less have we accomplished

Greater works we were told to do

But even our own lives we cannot move

Still striving between the flesh and the spirit

And the foolish thought on our minds

Has become a battle we are yet to win.

our spirit is clouded with self-desires.

And the only fire left in us is rituals of religion.

But there is a place where flesh does not hold.

There our soul is not ashamed to weep.

BETWEEN THE PORCH AND THE ALTAR

We are the new generational priest

But our garments are stains with evil deeds

We fight on the Altar for our gain

Forgetting the sacrifice of the Lamb that was slain.

Instead of pulling down satanic pit

Here we are fighting for the pulpit.

We proclaim the name of the son of God.

But our desire is to get fame.

We have declared Altar vs Altar.

Little did we know, it was one pastor altar fighting against another pastor altar.

There is a place our soul needs.

But there is a place where flesh does not hold.

There our soul is not ashamed to weep.

BETWEEN THE PORCH AND THE ALTAR

The weakness of our youth fainted before the temptations of life.

The cares of this world has blind our eyes from the simplicity of the leading of the spirit.

For iniquity holds our lives and the innocence of our heart is perverse.

We now have the swag but lack the spirit.

We carry the hype but no spiritual Mighty.

We have no conviction to hold on to our faith.

Because His word found no way into our spirit

We claim we are from the tribe of Judah.

But here we are comfortable with the sins of Babylon.

And stabbing one another in the way of Judas.

We grope in darkness.

For we know not the path to greatness

We have toil and catch nothing.

But still refuse to surrender to the one give everything.

There is a place our soul needs.

A place where flesh does not hold.

There our soul is not ashamed to weep.

BETWEEN THE PORCH AND THE ALTAR

The war after the fall of man is still on

The victory the cross have given

More than a conquer we have been called

And inheritance has been delivered unto us

But they that are on the grand stand of glory

The prophet of old sees us not reigning

To this we are not satisfy

Out of our comfort we will move

To the lord we will come

For a change we will call

Today, this week, this month and this year

Our soul will travail

For our Family we will prevail

The purpose of hell we will derail

Iniquity we will curtail

Our generation we will change

Because there is a place we have found

On it walls our hands have taken hold

Our soul be still as we wait on you

Oooh lord! Let your voice be heard

BETWEEN THE PORCH AND THE ALATR