Living In Laodicea - Steve Camp

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

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…

We have turned from your laws

To try to find a better way

Each man does today what is right in his own eyes

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 the cross

We were sentenced once but now we are pardoned

And He chooses us to use us though we fall

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…