Guide me home.
Sweet mercy.

The righteous take assembly.
The peacemakers live in harmony.
Powered by wisdom and humility.
Building one another;
unity.
Selling belongings
for the sake of empty tables.
Breaking bread
and adding more believers to the tally.
Blessing the unfortunate
with shelter and clothing.
Visiting forgotten ones
the prisons have been holding.
Extending their courtesy
to the orphans and the widows in distress.
Yeah.
The saints of God.
Impartial.
Considerate.
Pouring into those who need encouragement.
Quick to lend an ear.
Careful with their words.
Slow to anger.
Avoiding immorality.
They walk as the talk…
according to the Word.
Their footprints lead
to the mountain of the Lord.

The saints ain’t swayed
by the wars and the coup d’états.
Saints been waiting on the grand finale.
The saints ain’t worried if their power gets broken.
Yeah.
They know the signal of the moment.
False messiahs been bluffing ‘bout the deadline.
All of them frauds.
All of them dead.
Is it déjà vu?
It’s like the day of Noah.
It was just another day till the ground was flowing.
It was too late to board the ark.
Drowning wishes on a ticket for a late embark.
That’s why the saints know it’s more than an inkling.
They sacrifice their possessions to buy return tickets.
The saints look a lot like the five wise virgins
with oil for lamp when the groom finally come.
When the Son of Man
separate the weeds from the wheat.
When the shepherd comes
to separate the sheep from the goats.
The sheep was Noah when came the flood.
With Sodom and Gomorrah,
the sheep was Lot.
The saints get a share of crops.
The saints inherit the kingdom of God.