Steve Camp: Living in Laodicea

Oh Lord, take Your plow to my fallow ground
Let Your blade dig down into 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

We have turned from Your Law 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 a cross
We were sentenced once, but now we are pardoned
And He chooses 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
He must not be forgotten, fear the world become a friend