Living in Laodicea

Oh Lord, take Your plow to my fallow ground

Let Your blade dig down to the soil of my soul

For I've become dry and dusty

And Lord, I know there must be richer earth lying below

For I've been living in Laodicea

And the fire that once burned bright, I've let it grow dim

And the very One I swore that I would die for

Oh, has been forgotten as the world's become a friend

Oh, oh

We have turned from Your law to try to find a better way

Each man does today what is right in his own eyes

And we will pay the price for our sinning

We can never know true living

We've exchanged His truth for lies

We've been living in Laodicea

And the fire that once burned bright, we've let it grow dim

And the very One we swore that we would die for

Oh, has been forgotten as the world's become a friend

It is no small of a thing that He's done for you

By shutting the gates of hell upon a cross

We were sentenced once, but now we are pardoned

And He chose us to use us though we fall

So while we're living in Laodicea

Keep the fire burning bright, don't let it grow dim

For the very One we swore that we would die for

He must not be forgotten, fear the world become a friend

Oh, the very One we swore that we would die for

Must not be forgotten, fear the world become a friend

Oh, oh