In the house of the lord

Come anointing word

The land is dry but the weeds grow

To curse the land

The heart is dry

Yet sin grows

Like weeds of field

Smother the seed

It steal from the crop it find no mercy

It kills

Why has dryness come to us

To let the weeds grow

To effect the crops of field

Why is sin found in are hearts

And root so strong

Ware is the sword of spirit

To convict the heart

To cut the root of sin

Why have we aloud the garden

To be stain with

Thorn of weed

Of death of are hearts

For in the house of lord comes his word

Open your ears to your heart

To find the word

A upon your heart

To cut the root

To bring the light

To are heart s