Living Stones

Church is made of people
A thriving rockery
We're living stones brought in by God
To set The Spirit free
From all religious claptrap
All things bound by the past
A wind that's blowing through the place
Revival counterblast.

The devil doesn't like this
he loves the church to die
The ageing flock cut off from life
Will perish, bye and bye
But where we are he's had it
Unwelcome little toad
We claim the place in Jesus name
Send satan down the road.