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 We have turned from Your Law 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 For 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 a cross We were sentenced once But now we are pardoned And He chooses to use us though we fall So 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 For the very One we Swore that we would die for Must not be forgotten Fear the world become a friend