O wretched man, O wretched soul,
Turn your face to the ground
I want you to know
The KING of kings, the LORD of lords
Has placed on you a high reward
He has called you out and set you free
To make you whole if you believe,
He has raised up from the dead,
To make Hell the enemies bed.
O wetched man, O wretched soul,
Turn your face to the ground
I want you to know,
There is no fear and doubt you see,
All fear comes from the enemy
Who's lost his right to Heaven's gate,
A firey grave is his fate,
Come out of the darkness, stand in the
light,
Pick up your sword, you've earned the right.
O wretched man, O wretched soul
Turn your face to the ground
I want you to know,
There's victory within your hands,
Put on the armor and take your stand,
The battle's won, no more to fight,
No tripping and stumbling in the night,
Pick up the sheild and stand your faith,
For CHRIST THE LORD stands in your place,
O wretched man, O wretched soul,
Turn your face to JESUS, I want you to know,
The light that shines upon your face,
Is the glory of God's grace
The final judgement's about to come,
There's no where left for man to run,
Wear out your knees on battle grounds,
That's where all the answers to prayer are
found.
Let me know your fire Lord
Purge me, cleanse and restore,
Let me be within your fire
It is my desire,
Put me in Your melting pot
Turn up the fire and make it hot!
For I long to be in your fire
It is my one and only desire,
Cleanse and make me whole
Take your full control,
Clean my heart with your fire
Make the flames go even higher,
Put me in Your holy oil
Wipe away all dirt and soil,
Cook me in Your frying pan
Mold and make me with Your hand,
Burn me Lord to cleanse within
Take away all filthy sin,
Purge me Lord, my heart and soul
To have Your fire is my only goal.
