A pouring out of mourning is
For an idol we see
But I know Fathers says
“Wont you come to me?
Wont you seek my face?
Hold ME in esteem?
Come to my place
Won’t you come child to me?”
It's a pouring out of mourning is what HE sees
But oh how HE wants us down on our knees
Worshipping Him.. not some man
Bowed down at HIS feet..the Great I AM
Not moaning and crying for an idol they’ve lost
But running to Jesus...HE paid the cost
For all our lives..for you and me
He paid the price when HE hung on the tree
“Don’t worship idols” I hear Father say
Just come to my place..come here to stay
Come weep with me and mourn for the lost
Lead them to Jesus he paid the cost
A pouring out of mourning is what we see
But I know Fathers says “wont they just come to me”!!!!
