Knees On The Ground. Head To The Floor.

Knees on the ground. Head to the floor.

This is why we sleep. We don't do this anymore.

Cries arise.

"Where is God as our world dies? That black book called Holy is full of nothing but lies."

Dreams in a book in a box in the corner.

"Let them die with the dust. I've lost my Restorer."

"Where is His love, His power, His Spirit?"

It's in that box in the corner. You won't go near it.

Why so drowsy? Why do you sleep?

You've let it sift from your hands that which you were commanded to keep.

A book we won't read.

A God we don't need.

Prayers we won't say.

A price we won't pay.

Love we won't give.

The Word we won't live.

Knees on the ground. Head to the floor.

This is why we sleep. We don't do this anymore.

"Where is God as the world falls apart?"

He's right where you put Him, asleep in the back of your heart.

"Where is God with the dying? Why won't He free them?"

The answers in you, but you live like you don't need Him.

"Look," they say. "Everyone is rotten."

No, it's not so, but their God they've forgotten. 

How did they forget? Why did they lose their sight?

Because we've worked hard at being silent, worked with all our might. 

Put your knees on the ground. Put your head to the floor.

Speak to your God. Pray to love more.

Go to the book in the box in the corner.

Open it! Read it! Find your Restorer!

A book we read.

A God we need.

Prayers we say.

Prices we pay.

Love we give.

The Word we live.

"Where is God," the cries arise.

But they grow ever weak as they see Him in our lives.

Put your knees on the ground. Put your head to the floor.

"Look! Their God is alive! I see Him more and more!"

Knees bent. Head down. Book open. Love alive.

Watch! As you humble yourself, your nation is revived!

Run to the One who through forgiveness made your soul soar.
Then put your knees on the ground and put your head to the floor.