Banana pudding, apple pie,
who wants to leave this place -
all our friends and family
and each familiar face?
Who wants to leave these comforts now
and change the status quo?
Our comforts want no changes, there's
no other place to go...
unless through faith we so believe
in Someone who is more,
in Someone who has paid the price
in Someone to live for.
But woe is he, though wealthy be
if faith is naught, when dies -
for faith is the prerequisite
for life beyond the skies.
And God speaks not through megaphone
nor through a king or queen,
but rather through our faithfulness
from Heavens yet unseen.
A still, small voice will call our names.
Be ready to go home -
for faith knows our direction but
the zombies always roam.
If claim, you are, a zombie not,
who wanders aimlessly,
then listen for that still, small voice
and Heaven you will see.
And if you're not a zombie
but follow God's own Son,
then love your neighbor as yourself,
attest to everyone.
And if you're not a zombie,
just following the crowd,
then clap your hands and stomp your feet
and praise your Lord out loud!!
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