All the day does not wisdom cry out
For her children,
Who have long since gone astray.
How is it my LORD, they knowest not,
Thy kingdom dwells only,
In love laden hearts.
Thy word must be hidden deep within,
That against thee Father, we should not sin,
We must possess a servants heart,
Relieving the widow of her plight.
Know they not LORD, thou hast no pleasure
In the pharisees best, but rather the Samaritan,
Who will humble himself and smite his chest.
What offering can be bestowed
Upon a King,
That he should have need?
While the cry of orphans,
Goes unheaded in the street
To the poor thy word is no longer preached,
They have arrayed themselves in fine linen,
And sit in upper seats,
Yet they suffer not the beggar,
To kneel beside their feet.
Thinkest thou, thy gift hath been received?
Nay, verily, His kingdom has no part in thee.
