Now they call us workers
Not the public ones
I speak about His vineyard
Working as soldiers for Christ
Had they not yet know its not by works?
Crowded are we are
As an ant stuck to sugar
Do we claim to be identified
Time will speak
And he cock will crow
So shall we all gather again
Man for himself will thou speak
Then men will know
Never been justified by works
Heart,minds so shall they speak
Hope not to get the word
Get thee behind me !
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