In the days of the lost way

Unrighteousness flowed through their minds

Like the water in its stream 

Cut only by the charred pine     

In the days of the lost way 

The children who’s eyes cried lost their gleam

In the days of the lost way

No man could escape the corruption of soul

Even his own mind had become slave to the fiend 

In the days of the lost way 

The sheep stretched and cried for the days of old 

To be free and praise without societal toll

In the days of the lost way 

The shepherd knew no grave 

Trumpets called, sirens blew 

Nothing stood in the way of the brave few

In the days of the lost way

This people perished for lack of good will

Never to enter the gates of new flower

These are a people made of sin built to cower 

In the days of the lost way the faithful pray 

For God’s mercy to come raining down like a shower

Oh what a day, Oh Glorious Day

The sin has been washed away

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