Sitting in an ordinary home on the couch,
Feasting on the Christ that’s growing in all the saints;
Here I touch the purpose of why I am living—
Eating, drinking, building with the saints!
Feasting on the Christ that’s growing in all the saints;
Here I touch the purpose of why I am living—
Eating, drinking, building with the saints!
Drawn by Him each morning at His dear face we gaze,
Sitting at His feet each day His speaking we heed,
Then in Him we’re living, Him to others shining,
Bearing fruit we’re filled with joy indeed!
Sitting at His feet each day His speaking we heed,
Then in Him we’re living, Him to others shining,
Bearing fruit we’re filled with joy indeed!
Holding truth in love we’re growing up into Christ,
Honouring each other, that we’re members we prove;
Through the cross, by Spirit, Christ we are dispensing,
Blended as the one new man we move.
Honouring each other, that we’re members we prove;
Through the cross, by Spirit, Christ we are dispensing,
Blended as the one new man we move.