The Tribal Beat

by | May 10, 2019

Michael Jones

Your tribal beat
It pounds my heart
It moves my feet
How great Thou Art!

Your rhythm felt
We move and sway
The drum beat flames
It fires clay

The metal smelts
All dross it melts
We burn for you
Each beat is felt

Evil drums
They also lure
They bait
They tempt
But we endure

We will not enter
Darkened gates
Where false love spreads
It’s wicked hate

Beat hard hearts clean
As fine as dust
Play holy drums
As You now must

Your perfect Heart
It beats within
Infusing grace
To free from sin

Great Tribal Chief
Now lead us home
Our Pied Piper
Our Living Stone

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