I lost
the Lord, there's a hat.
I lost the Lord, one
thing that'll stand in his way.
And
it seems like he's been leaving, you've asked him to bless all your plans.
But are you so sure you're not just doing what you want to, building your house on
the sand?
Unless the Lord builds the house, the labor and pain he's trying on,
building anything not according to his call.
Unless the Lord wants it done, you'd better not work another day,
building anything that'll stand in his way.
Working so hard at the things that you believe in, no one can tear you away.
But don't you lose sight of the very one who calls you, you may have to sorrow
someday, someday.
Forward, paying stubble, laughing up in the fire, but to love the Lord with all
your heart should be your one desire.
Desire, thing
that'll stand.