What's
wrong with my children, why won't they praise me.
Am I not the kings of kings, am I not the lord of lords.
What's wrong with my children, why won't they praise me,
I've given them everything. Yet they have no joy.
Did I not roll back the sea, suffer on Calvary.
I'm alpha omega, the beginning, the end.
Tho I supply there needs, they seldom seem to be.
What's wrong with my children, am I not there lord.
They assemble in my name, and sing of there love for me.
Yet the songs, not of the heart, and I can't hear them sing. Are they ashamed of me,
afraid some one will see, if they lift their hands toward heaven above, in honor of me.
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