The Cloud of Witness

The Cloud of Witness took their place

Prepared to watch the great disgrace

Of human pride still cloaked with sin

Refusing grace between their kin

A house that’s built with selfish hands

A temple raised on foreign lands

Pretends to be the Church of Christ

Yet offers pleasures without price

Within these walls of plastic faith

They speak of love…but walk in hate

The cries of barren women scream

And trade their souls for the American Dream

In contrast to these stained glass lies

There truly is a Spotless Bride

She feeds the hungry, and tends the needs

Of the widow, orphans…and the least of these

Her heart’s engaged to all it means

To be betrothed to the Savior King

She will not fall for the praise of man

Nor compromise her Lord’s command

The Cloud of witness testifies

Whose heart is wholly sanctified

They know the Beauty from the beast

They’re not mistaken in the least!

Laura Adams