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
