If you'd like to follow in the word,
we'll open the Bible to the twelfth chapter
of John, John's gospel at chapter twelve.
And I begin reading at verse twelve of
John's gospel, chapter twelve.
On the next day, much people that were
come to the feast, when they heard that
Jesus was coming to Jerusalem, took branches of
palms, trees, and went forth to meet him,
and cried, Hosanna, blessed is the King of
Israel, that cometh in the name of the
Lord.
And Jesus, when he found the young ass
sat there on, as it is written, fear
not, daughter of Zion, and behold thy king
cometh, sitting on an ass's coat.
These things understood not his disciples at the
first.
But when Jesus was glorified, then remembered they
that these things were written of him, and
that they done these things unto him.
And then skipping to verse twenty, there were
certain Greeks among them that came up to
worship at the feast.
The same came therefore to Philip, which was
of Bethsaida of Galilee, and desired him, saying,
Sir, we would see Jesus.
Philip cometh and telleth Andrew, and again Andrew
and Philip tell Jesus.
And Jesus answered them, saying, Thou art come
that the Son of Man should be glorified.
Verily, verily, I say unto you, except corn
of wheat fall into the ground and die,
it abideth alone, but if it die, bringeth
forth much fruit.
He that loveth his life shall lose it.
He that hateth his life in this age
of this world shall keep it unto life
eternal.
If any man serve me, let him follow
me.
Where I am, there also shall my servant
be.
If any man serve me, him will my
father honor.
I wish
to speak tonight on three unscriptural expectations, and
I do not know whether I'm being honest
with the congregation or not, as what I
wish to talk about comes so close to
where I live.
What we've been hearing in this conference causes
us to rejoice, thank God, and take courage.
Surely no people ever live in an hour
that challenges us to find out what it
means to serve God and our own generation.
I used to talk about what Calvin did,
but he served God and his generation.
God gathered him to sleep with his fathers.
He's not coming back.
I used to talk about the awakening under
Jonathan Edwards, and we thank God for these
trophies of God's grace that have given us
some guidelines to try to walk by in
our day.
But I'm haunted by a statement somebody made
that fits us today as public preachers and
as individual members of the Lord's body.
I think I've quoted it to this congregation,
and I'll quote it again tonight.
The centuries have made us imitators instead of
prophets.
The answer is not to quote what some
man who got mightily used some time ago
is.
The answer is for us to speak what
God's saying to us today, if we can
hear his voice.
Today, if you will, if you haven't already
arrived and are defending a position that you've
already arrived at and thus you're dead, today,
if you will, hear my voice.
What's God got to say to us today?
We preachers are in a bad way.
The preacher no longer disturbs anybody.
I do not know of a voice in
America, maybe you do, that's disturbing anybody much.
I know many voices of conformity join up
with us.
We're all haunted by the fact that we're
seeking to preach in our day, and however
we're tempted, as I know under God I
am, to conform, to join up with some
group, to have somebody pat me on the
back and say, we'll stay with you, we'll
open doors for you, we'll swing our influence
behind you, provided you won't speak to anybody
in any other group or have any fellowship
with them.
I'm haunted by the fact that we're preaching
to a generation that in all honesty has
been led to look for certain things, and
they've found rest in their look, and they
are not scriptural, and they can at best
leave people with a hollow echo instead of
a rock-like faith.
You know, nobody would think of trying to
silence any of us preachers tonight, since we're
speaking to the wind, and our voices feed
her away.
No one would think of removing the preacher's
sword, for in our hands the sword of
the Holy Ghost has become a toy to
entertain this generation on its road to hell.
And our preaching does not even frighten children.
Someone says that a problem of the ministry
of God's Church today is a problem of
semantics.
Now, I use that word to show you
I've been screwed.
It means the meaning of words.
Words have lost their meaning.
Words have lost their vitality.
We are living in a generation that tactics
and unfelt proves how guilty we are.
Of all the people on the earth, we
make much of the sovereign grace of God.
I do not know that we need to
put the adjective there.
There ain't any other kind.
Grace in the hands of a sovereign, we
make much of that, sir.
By what manner of men we would be
if it ever little of the meaning of
it leaked in in our hearts.
What it means to be foolish is the
God of all grace.
With my great swelling words, without knowing what
to mean, we remind ourselves of the water
fountain out in the park.
The water is always bubbling out.
Nobody ever gets a taste of it.
We're like beggars debating on the merits of
a pocketbook when we haven't got a dime
to put in it.
The mutilation of great words and the mutilation
of great truth that we've seen set and
vitiated as to their meaning.
That's the generation we live in.
I have people tell me, and I preach,
I know I'm lost.
But if a man ever really believed he
had lost, he'd break up foundations of hell
screaming for help.
Praise God, I'm saved!
Oh, my.
If somebody could start a rescue mission for
great words until one sundine, it could dawn
on us the glory of that word.
Bishop Ryle, you read his book on holiness
and so forth, if you haven't, you must,
spoke prophetically many years since when he said,
there's nothing that will dampen the ardor of
the Christian crusade more than engaging in unscriptural
expectations.
I wish, use that as a springboard to
bring before you three expectations upon which Christendom,
Christianity as we know it, has been built
in our day.
Each of them without scriptural warrant, the three
of them combined to have him this up
to the awful deadness of the hour.
The three of them taken together, I think,
ought to challenge us as the people of
God to spit on our hands, roll up
our sleeves, cry to God day and night
to a broken heart, that we might speak
the truth in love and do what has
to be done.
If we speak from God today, rip in
two with broken hearts, with a sense of
urgency, and tear down so-called Christianity, religion
if you please.
For as we heard this morning, we are
trying to preach a gospel to sinners, and
there ain't enough.
That French evangelist who said, came over here
from Paris to Chicago, and he stood up
to speak the first night, and he said,
Oh, if in all the city of Chicago
I could find a sinner, I've got such
good news for a sinner.
And this whole religious situation, as I'm able
to see it, this would make it so.
It was built on three false expectations, and
we got there by listening to what we've
heard.
My heart unto God.
Sometimes I'd weep in my heart for this
generation, how it's been sinned again.
I pass church buildings now, and I ought
to rejoice.
Instead of all those shutters, I picture the
pastor standing guard on the outside, seeing to
it that the truth of God shall not
be brought there.
And I don't want to become an old
fogey or bitter.
I'm a hard shell, therefore I'm hoping tomorrow
God's love will split the skies with hellfire
and damnation, and the Holy Ghost revival will
break out.
I remember dear old Brother Mews used to
say to me, Brother Barney, the way you
go, you get in a fight.
And he'd say sometimes I think I'll just
throw truth out the window and get me
an outline, tell three stories, and call morning
and go home.
That way I wouldn't get in any trouble.
And I don't want to speak about some
expectations people have, and they're pretty well satisfied
in them.
They've been taught, knowingly or not, deliberately or
not, to build all their hope in them.
And I know a little about what I'm
talking about, for thirty of my thirty-seven
years of the ministry, I've been trying to
be what they call a hitchhiker evangelist, subject
to the call of pastors and the goodwill
of men.
Hundreds of times in my ministry wondering whether
I'll ever get to preach again or not,
walking the floor at night, my mistakes crawling
over one another's backs, making up my mind
that I'm going to conform, maybe do a
little good without having so much hail and
so much controversy.
I'm preaching to a generation and you are
too, and witnessing to a generation that's already
been preached to and already been witnessed to.
Somebody got that first, and they have
peace.
Why not?
Somebody who ran when he wasn't sent, bound
up their wounds too quickly, spoke peace where
there was no peace.
And so now people have not only forsaken
God, but they've dug their own wells, and
they're drinking and saying it tastes mighty good.
Somebody says, you know the Philistines came and
put poison in the wells of these religious
people, and there's just two things you can
do when you've got a poisoned well.
You can clean it out, or you can
dig another one.
Either job calls for sweat, which direction the
Sovereign Spirit's going to lead in your day
and mine, I'm not smart enough to know.
God's going to have to raise up people
and preachers, standing up to let them repeat
with the preacher.
Grab teeth, spit out our hands, beg God
for another chance, claim the ministry he's put
upon us with apologizing, and start cleaning out
the wells from which people are drinking now.
If that don't work, then God's going to
have to dig some new ones.
What are these expectations?
I suggest this evening that the whole so
-called Christian church, the whole so-called Christian
movement, has been prostrate, because we've been taught
to expect peace without victory.
And victory, the only place there's ever been
victory was at St. Douglas's Hill.
Peace apart from the blood of the cross.
Peace without having entered into that which Jesus
accomplished.
Peace.
It is General MacArthur who's going to phrase
in war, there's no substitute for victory.
And in the realm of spiritual warfare, there's
no substitute for victory.
And any man whose peace is not built
on that which was wrought out in the
agony of God's Son's life laid down, is
under the condemnation of God, and is certain
to experience the time when a man's peace
will leave him naked up Salt Creek without
a paddle.
Too late, too late about all there is
to so-called Christianity today, is efforts to
affect the peace apart from the victory of
the cross.
We seek the way of least resistance.
God's professing people are working their fool selves
to death, supporting nice programs, everlasting in one
of them, trying to bypass the fact that
apart from the blood of Christ, there can
be no peace.
Abraham's children, who were alive on the earth
when the Lord was here in the day
of his flesh, fell into the trap of
not reading history rightly.
They come crying Hosanna to the King.
King, cometh.
Blessed.
Hosanna.
They come, dressed in their crowns.
They come, but when the word, we would
say, Jesus, is expressed, and the Lord seems
to abruptly turn to another subject, but he
speaks to the subject, Now is the Son
of God glorified, except the grain of corn
died?
That wasn't the answer they was looking for.
Abraham's children, who cried Hosanna and so forth,
they read the eternal purposes of God wrong.
Let me see if I can illustrate what
I'm talking about.
Take the case of Saul, the case of
David, all who in Old Testament times, opponents
of the God of all purpose, dared to
stand in God's path, bestride
God's people, shake their fists at God, and
stop the program of the God of all
purpose.
Saul would have been a wonderful preacher and
church member today, for Saul was dedicated to
the proposition that human nature can be improved.
That's what's at the heart of democracy, not
knowing that in days when the splendor of
God's self is not recognized, democracy becomes terribly
dangerous.
All the movements of this hour have for
their purpose the achieving of peace, but they're
going to achieve it by subscribing to the
doctrine of the improvability of human nature, instead
of facing the fact that on the cross,
God spoke the doom of human nature and
brought it all into judgment.
Anybody that's investing in the securities on the
market of the goodness or the improvability of
human nature, better get out of the market.
It's going down, and your day and mine,
quote, are all ill-popping from these nice
people, who'd be nicer if we just could
improve them a little bit.
And so Saul, instead of killing all of
the flock, all of the sheep, and all
of the cattle, and so forth, he said,
now God's program is a little too drastic,
and he saved them.
And the Malachites stood for the flesh, the
flesh, your flesh, your nice little dignified flesh,
your little so-called sanctified flesh.
It still stinks.
There's still no hope for it.
Not a bit on God's earth.
It must be brought to the face of
judgment.
God never had death, but his flesh, and
all little kind of flesh is doomed.
It's doomed.
That's the message of the cross.
But one day a fellow by the name
of Goliath, bless God, he's over nine feet
tall, and he had a suit of fighting
armor that wouldn't quit.
And he dared to stand astride the purpose
of a holy God.
And Saul was the king of Israel, and
Jonathan his son.
And they were in the tent, scared half
out of their wits.
And a little boy by the name of
David.
Saul was the people's choice, and David was
God's anointed.
He told his sheep goodbye one day, and
came up, and his big brothers bawled him
out and said, what do you leave the
sheep for?
What are you doing here?
And David said, what have I done now?
Is there not a cause?
Isn't there something to lose oneself in?
Isn't there something now that'll make life worth
living?
There's the enemy.
By God, I've wanted God to build a
fire under us so-called believers in God's
grace, and give us a cause that's bigger
than ourselves, that we can't rest until we
have a hearing and speak with authority.
And the battlements of hell begin to tremble,
and I'm so tired of our little truth
being off in a little peckerwood corner where
nobody knows about it.
Is there not a cause?
I think the day will come when us
grace people will feel the need of hanging
together, or we're going to all hang separately.
Oh, my soul, is there not a cause?
There's this big Goliath that's raising old Billy
Hill and Jonathan and Saul sitting over there
in the tent, about to scare the hell
out of their boots.
Whoo!
We get out there, we'll either get shot,
either get shot.
Yeah, little old David comes up and says,
is there not a cause?
I said, I'll tackle him.
I'll tackle him.
Bless God.
And you know the story.
He did tackle him.
He said, what's all this about?
What's involved in it?
I don't know what's involved in it.
If somebody—you better listen to me—if somebody living
in that day don't quit quoting from John
Calvin and getting in the swims and tackle
that Goliath, that'll stop the plan of God.
It'll stop, brother.
If somebody in our day don't say, bless
God, I'm sick and tired of that big
old guy out there making fun of my
God, I'm going to do something about it.
Do something about it.
And you know the story.
He marches up the big old Goliath.
He's all sweating and everybody's scared to death.
He's that little old slingshot.
Glory to taking about 500 years to do
chemistry or whatever it is to fix some
pebbles there.
Just exactly right.
And he picked them.
And there wasn't but one place to shoot.
Old Saul was perfectly protected except for one
little place.
Right dead center.
Little David went up and that old guy
said, well, am I a dog?
What you doing around here, boy?
Am I a dog?
But old David, you know, he remembered when
the Philistines had taken the ark.
But in that dome of Shire, the great
God's dagger had fallen and broken his arms
and his neck.
And old David said, I know about your
little God.
Said, I caught in the name.
Those Hebrew words, I can't pronounce them.
They mean in the Greek.
I caught in the name of the enough,
the adequate God.
He's bigger than you are any day.
And he aimed and he got him dead
center.
Bless God.
Old David said, I ain't scared of you.
I don't represent myself.
I'm in a coat.
And I'm speaking for the adequate God.
He said, I've had a little experience.
Bigger they are, the harder they fall.
Said, you know, I've tended my father's sheep.
I've had a few battles with the bears
and the lions.
Sometimes the devil persecutes you.
He hasn't been doing much of that lately.
And then again, like a bear, the devil
will hug you today.
Bless your heart, he's been doing a lot
of hugging nowadays.
Flatter you today.
Somebody wrote a little quip.
Alja went a-walking.
Alja met a bear.
The bear was bulging.
The bulge was Alja.
And the old bear is bulging today.
And the bulge has got people.
Ain't that hopeless today?
David said, I'm in the name.
God help us.
Is there not a cause?
He cut that old boy's head off, took
it down there to the tent where Jonathan
and Saul were.
Shoot, they couldn't fight him.
They were just too scared.
They didn't have God's armor.
Brothers, they didn't have what it takes.
My soul, I know communism raging.
I know materialism has shown up the difference
between claiming to believe in Christ and being
joined to him.
I know the Goliaths don't ever have it
in the QN generation to pieces.
But the one thing we must be concerned
with and about is to be the people
in God's power speaking in his name from
hill to high water.
Praise the Lord.
I do not know all the details of
the future.
That ain't our business, our job.
But on ourselves, committee of one, pay whatever
price it costs to stand and spit and
bear juice in everything that crosses the path
of the gospel and say, go back to
hell.
You're blocking the program of God and in
his name you get away.
The holy You know every one of those
Philistines, they packed up and skedaddled?
And every one of the children of Israel
entered into the victory little David achieved.
The story is over.
greater than David's yet.
Oh, my soul, on Golgotha's hill, on a
tree, lifted up because earth couldn't have him
and heaven rejected him while he was there.
On that tree the man Christ Jesus, the
eternal God, gave evil an immortal blow.
He hit it right smack dab between the
eyes.
And it'd be wonderful if we'd enter into
that victory.
On the cross he dealt evil a mortal
blow.
God raised him from the dead.
Victory's been won.
You better listen to him as the battle's
behind us.
Tonight, glory, glory, hallelujah, we stand in victory.
Everything that God put us to accomplish was
settled there.
Today we're not in a cave.
Get you some tobacco and spit in his
face and tell him to go on back
to hell.
He's an intruder.
Victory's been won.
We're not working up to a victory, thank
God.
We're working down from a victory.
Already been cheated.
You open the pages of the New Testament
and praise God, and they celebrate the victory.
You know, we might could have the Lord
suffer in our churches one more time if
we understood that there once again we can
celebrate a victory that's done been won.
Woo!
It's done been won.
You open the New Testament and you'll find
them singing, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah,
hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah,
hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah,
hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah,
hallelujah, hallelujah, God
enthrones the risen Lord, right in the citadel
of a man's personality.
Man is as bad as Brother Johnson said
he was this morning.
Outside the fellowship of God in Christ, he's
not dependable and he can't be trusted.
And the whole Church world today is about
to explode right here.
We've got people in the pulpit and the
pew now that have to decide on Sunday
morning if they'll attend divine services.
Surely a Christian's had that settled for them
already.
We've got people now that have to decide
whether they'll baptize the pocketbooks.
Surely we're trying to have a kingdom without
a king.
Oh my soul, man is made to be
ruled a man in the man apart from
capitulating to the kingdom of God Jesus.
That he may order our lives.
We become owned people.
That he may order our lives.
Ladies and gentlemen, this is what it means
to be saved.
To be translated from the rule, the kingdom
of darkness, into the rule, the kingdom of
God Jesus.
Amen.
Praise the Lord.
Years ago in the park, I can still
hear pastors in this town screaming on Sunday
morning, Ralph Barnard's a liar.
You can't have Jesus as Savior without having
him as Lord.
That's one time I was right.
Oh my soul, the whole religious act that
we got to broken hearts under.
God, this ain't no time to be defending
positions.
This the time to be turning the ground
under.
This false stuff that people have been taught.
They swallowed hook, line, and sinker and they're
going to wake up in hell without ever
being warned.
That they built on a foundation of sinking
sand.
A man can't be in the kingdom of
God apart from the King being in there.
Only the Holy Spirit can do that.
I've been reading Johnson Edwards, reading E.
W.
Johnson's tape letters, and as long as he
sends me tape, I'll have something to preach.
I'm glad to sit at his feet.
I've been trying to preach, get somebody to
become a seeker after the Lord.
My God, if only the Holy Spirit can
invade my personality and put Jesus Christ in
there in the very heart of Ralph Barnard.
Well, if we could ever get that over,
maybe somebody'd say, I ain't going to trust
no act of mine.
I'm just going to bow down here and
stay.
So help me God, till God Almighty prints
a chunk of dynamite in my soul and
starts the glory ways to boiling until he's
in here.
He's in here.
What does it mean to be a Christian?
To be inhabited, shall I say it?
I hope to speak on it tomorrow night.
To be inhabited by God.
Isn't that wonderful?
It means to have a mind that's God
-taught, emotions that are God-saturated, wills that
are God-directed.
It means to be filled with the Holy
Spirit.
The Holy Spirit's not a substance.
He's not a liquid.
What does it mean to be filled with
the Holy Spirit?
I believe with all my heart it means
that we've entered into a loving dependency, a
vital relationship with Jesus Christ whereby our lives
are filled with him.
For I long to be saved from sin.
We heard about this morning, I was preaching
time down in Virginia not long ago and
came home one night and a young pastor
said, well Barney, we never heard about the
Lordship of Christ.
Is he your Lord?
What kind of answer can I give?
Yes, he's my Lord.
My response to him, I must brag about.
Lord Jesus, I long to be perfectly whole.
I don't perform marriage ceremonies often now, but
you pastors, very seldom does a young man
or woman come, you tired enough, she goes
out one door and gets in the car
and goes down that way and he gets
in the car and goes down that way.
God help us.
That's what we're called Christian today.
Come and take Jesus.
We go that way.
He goes that way.
No, no.
Got to be a marriage performed.
Reality.
There can be no manifestation of the kingdom
of God without the king inside.
God speed the day when he'll put on
the armor and crush rebellion in his church.
But I speak briefly now of the third
expectation upon which so-called Christianity has been
built.
Peace without the blood of the cross being
applied.
Peace without entering into the victory.
Peace for standing the far off and believing
some facts about it.
Kingdom, being in the kingdom of God without
the king inside.
No conscience about the claims of Christ Lordship.
Praising about being saved by grace and bringing
his grace unto disgrace.
I speak in the last place about this
generation's been led to expect they can serve
God without learning the meaning of sacrifice.
I do not know, but I ought to
quit preaching and get on the mourner's bench.
How in the name of God can we
learn that in our day?
We live like kings, the poorest of us.
My Lord said, except
the grain of corn die.
That's the last day.
Ain't no way for Ralph Garner to live
in his day.
To live one day outside the service of
the most high king would be terrible.
It's in the will of God's eyes I
can get in on this.
Not apart from this.
Christ could have been our great example without
dying.
But he couldn't have reproduced himself without dying.
Neither can you.
God help us.
I'm under conviction here.
How on earth can you support a family
on present day skills now, keep
them out of the poorhouse and spend your
time trying to tear down this stuff in
all of our lives that's turned us into
Sunday morning worshipers instead of men and women
who've learned that the only way to serve
God is to declare and be so I'm
a dead man.
I'm a dead man.
I don't know nothing about my subject now.
Knows God don't bring something explode this nice
little going to church business leaving us concerned
with ourselves.
Oh God bless me and my wife's son
John and his wife, us four and no
more.
Hallelujah I'm saved.
Where has all the milk of human concern
gone?
My God when did your heart and mine
get as hard as it is now?
Who gave us the right to think we
can serve him who in order to serve
died apart death house now.
You know my Lord when he was here
was absolutely totally unrelentingly dependent on the father.
He couldn't speak any word unless the father
gave him some.
Couldn't do a thing went down and prayed.
The emphasis in the new testament is that
God raised him.
When Christ I said humbly hit bottom the
power of God was released.
I'm a dead man.
My total dependence is upon God.
If I want to save my life I
must find some way to lose it.
If I don't want to get up in
the morning, eat breakfast, go to work, come
home, eat supper, look at television, go to
bed and go to hell.
I must lose my life.
Is there not a cause to take any
action apart from the positive absolute attitude of
total dependence on almighty God is SI in
sin.
Never shall there or can there be any
true service unless God works in us.
There is where this generation has rejected the
gospel.
I wonder if we have stories told of
how Saul deeply resented the victory David achieved
and thus what he had a right to
expect.
In the 18th chapter 1 Samuel it's told
that the soul of Jonathan was met to
David.
One man says nobody on earth gonna get
inside of my personality and rule.
I don't want anybody to be king in
my kingdom.
I'll chart my own course.
I'll live my own life.
But the story that's told about Jonathan he
came down and stripped himself, laid everything at
the feet of David.
He is a prince but he took off
his robe, laid it at David's feet, took
off his garments.
He took off his sword, his only means
of defense, laid it at the feet of
David.
He took his bow, his influence, laid it
at the feet of Jesus.
He took his diary, pocketbook where he carried
his valuables, laid them at the feet of
David.
He took himself, prostrated himself there.
There can be no service without the giving
of self.
The rules of the kingdom are scrap your
plans, come under authority to Christ and then
and then only will we have authority.
You have just as much authority in your
witnessing I have it in my preaching and
that ought to bring us to the mourner's
bench as we're under the authority of Jesus
Christ.
Does anything God knows preachers and people ought
to be praying for now is to tell
the apostle Paul to move over.
And every time you see a Christian say
you got a little time will you pray
for me that God would grant unto me
utterance that I might with boldness declare the
mystery of the gospel.
Utterance, oh God give us utterance.
Well that may mean authority.
Oh God wrestle us down till we can't
sleep so good at night unless
we have utterance.
Utterance.
It is said that one of the great
contributions John Knox made to the reformation in
Scotland came to that what is St. Giles
I think it is cathedral five thousand people
packed in waited for an hour the preacher
never came out to the pulpit stand finally
did when he came he stood and said
we'll stand receive the benediction I have no
utterance he didn't have anything from God
wasn't any use for him to talk oh
God nobody but God can cut
the head off of the communist conspiracy but
ladies and gentlemen in every generation up to
now God found somebody that spoke for him
with authority they usually crucify him and build
a monument to him a hundred years later
God give us to know before we die
all of us put together the joy of
sacrifice that we know nothing about the
stories told in our clothes of a man
died and went to hell and in hell
he was very uncomfortable and he cried out
somebody get me out I want out and
as the story goes God said by your
honor what good thing did you do for
somebody else the man racked his memory and
he said oh yes one time I gave
a carrot to a donkey that to that
evidence of the nobility of human nature God
has said to said all right because you
gave a carrot to a donkey I'm going
to lower a carrot on a rope carrot
on a rope down where you are and
we're going to lift it up so the
carrot was lifted down into hell and the
man took hold of it but a lot
of other people as many as could they
were dissatisfied and uncomfortable too and when they
saw this way of escape they tried to
hang on to the carrot too and as
it started to be dragged up the man
who first made the request began to shout
get off this is my carrot and in
the struggle to hold on to his carrot
his grip was loosened and he fell back
into hell where he belonged ladies and gentlemen
there's ain't no time to hold on to
your carrot this is the time this is
the time to lose ourselves that we may
find ourselves to take the five temples of
little David and serve our generation in our
time trust God I
can hear my savior calling me will
you stand and sing it I can hear
my savior calling me me
oh
oh where he
leads oh