You do not choose what you were called to do.
The one who calls, the King, commands to you.
He issued orders, and you must obey,
No matter what excuses you may say.
But you are called to share the Gospel news,
If you the Holy Spirit has infused,
For God has named us witness to His word,
So we must preach the message we have heard.
Then trust in Him, for He empowers you,
To do His work and preach that precious news.
God works through weakness just as you or me,
To summon son into eternity.
What is it that you worship?
You say you worship Christ,
Or is He just your idol,
Who is not in your life?
You wipe Him off on Sunday,
While praying for yourself,
Consumption is your worship,
But if you are a Christian,
Then why does it not show?
And where is your compassion,
For those who live below?
There is no closet Christian,
But wear the cross with pride.
If Christ is yet your master,
Proclaim you are His bride!
And answer when He’s calling,
And preach Him to the lost,
And work to reap the harvest,
Oh! come and bear your cross!
Release your coward passions,
Say, ‘I surrender all!’
Arise and take His standards,
And follow when He calls.
For He will give you power,
To do what He will show,
Do not cast back your shoulder,
But take the plow and go!
The King of earth will soon return,
And call each of His warriors home.
And each of them a crown will earn,
When Jesus Christ ascends His throne.
If you would be among this band,
Then be a warrior now and pray,
That you may in your armor stand,
And finish well on judgment day.
And also give what God gave you,
In giving will God’s joy abound,
For every warrior needs his food,
The givers God will give a crown.
But also go and preach the news,
And boldly do what God has shone,
Rejecting flesh, God’s will now choose,
That God will say to you, “well done.”
Have this eternal goal in mind:
The greatest call, to praise the Lord,
And those who He will faithful find,
Receive His thanks and His reward.
But when God give us His reward,
We’ll toss our trophies at His feet,
And then we’ll bow before the Lord,
And great thanksgiving there repeat.
So by this grace be overwhelmed,
And in that passion be renewed.
We sinners in salvation helmed,
We helpless with God’s might infused.