Our soul is like suet, all stodgy and thick
Unyielding, it doesn’t like change
It loves to remain in it’s normal domain
Comfortable in it’s own range
But when it’s disturbed by the Spirit of God
It puts up a fence, tough and strong
Jesus is barred, our relationship marred
From our hymn sheet we sing different songs.
But we have The Word, and with the Spirit concurred
Starts softening that stodgy old mass
The Word is retained and the soul is retrained
As Christians, we move up a class
So we must be stern if our soul is to learn
That it’s time in control is abating
Like Jesus we’ll be and the darkness will flee
The world is dependent and waiting.
