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They all used to be in the 'Kwaya'. Every Sundays and even Midweek, Ate the bread and drank the blood at the altar. Sang like angels but spiritually weak. They are the saints during worship sessions, Sweet-sounding tongues that thrill the congregation. They play the sweet chord, But little or never did they know their Lord. No desire for the sincere milk Babes chasing babes Physically agile, spiritually sick 'Hophnis' and 'Phinehases' in robes I knew a man before the world began Such an one cast down from above Master of the 'kwaya celestial', accuser of man Out from heaven, him and his rebels did God drove He used to be God's delight But through pride, he was taken out of sight. He wasn't alone and never will be Seeking more and as many he shall see The rebels are still amongst us They grew with us and dine with us They are after their fame but not His name They have left the faith, what a shame! What if I say then No one carries His name and end up in shame I'd rather be a 'kwaya' faithful, Than to be a celebrity rebel. Alas! If the foundation be shallow What can a man do? Howbeit, he is tossed about to and fro Having no root. Soldiers wear the same uniform Whether same or different platoon Convinced by few, confused by some If you are with us, we shall know soon. By faith, Don Moen wrote songs Even when no one was singing And God made a way where there seemed to be no way. By faith, Ron Kenoly sang out Even when no one seems to shout out But today, we all sing His praises from every nation. By faith, Donnie McClurkin called Him faithful, Despite seeing some of his efforts unfruitful These are still the days of Ezekiel Where dry bones are now become an exceeding great army. By faith, Tasha Cobbs was getting ready Knowing there's power in the name of Jesus It's not my might nor by power But His Spirit makes prosper. By faith, Frank Edwards saw Him Standing at the door With fire in His eyes and healing in His wings And God gave him a song. By faith, Nathaniel Bassey turned down a big offer Held on to God who can take him farther than far And now, see what the Lord has done What he waited for has come to pass. By faith, Sinach knows 'who I am' Though then childless, but was walking in power And by a miracle, God proved Himself in all nations, That He is the 'Waymaker' The world will give you awards But God is the giver of rewards. Light is here Remain here (In Christ).

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They all used to be in the 'Kwaya'. Every Sundays and even Midweek, Ate the bread and drank the blood at the altar. Sang like angels but spiritually weak. They are the saints during worship sessions, Sweet-sounding tongues that thrill the congregation. They play the sweet chord, But little or never did they know their Lord. No desire for the sincere milk Babes chasing babes Physically agile, spiritually sick 'Hophnis' and 'Phinehases' in robes I knew a man before the world began Such an one cast down from above Master of the 'kwaya celestial', accuser of man Out from heaven, him and his rebels did God drove He used to be God's delight But through pride, he was taken out of sight. He wasn't alone and never will be Seeking more and as many he shall see The rebels are still amongst us They grew with us and dine with us They are after their fame but not His name They have left the faith, what a shame! What if I say then No one carries His name and end up in shame I'd rather be a 'kwaya' faithful, Than to be a celebrity rebel. Alas! If the foundation be shallow What can a man do? Howbeit, he is tossed about to and fro Having no root. Soldiers wear the same uniform Whether same or different platoon Convinced by few, confused by some If you are with us, we shall know soon. By faith, Don Moen wrote songs Even when no one was singing And God made a way where there seemed to be no way. By faith, Ron Kenoly sang out Even when no one seems to shout out But today, we all sing His praises from every nation. By faith, Donnie McClurkin called Him faithful, Despite seeing some of his efforts unfruitful These are still the days of Ezekiel Where dry bones are now become an exceeding great army. By faith, Tasha Cobbs was getting ready Knowing there's power in the name of Jesus It's not my might nor by power But His Spirit makes prosper. By faith, Frank Edwards saw Him Standing at the door With fire in His eyes and healing in His wings And God gave him a song. By faith, Nathaniel Bassey turned down a big offer Held on to God who can take him farther than far And now, see what the Lord has done What he waited for has come to pass. By faith, Sinach knows 'who I am' Though then childless, but was walking in power And by a miracle, God proved Himself in all nations, That He is the 'Waymaker' The world will give you awards But God is the giver of rewards. Light is here Remain here (In Christ).