PRODIGALS COME HOME

DE HYPO-SALEMITES

Come you home
You that has gone to Rome
Return from that far country
He expects your entry

come you home
From that land of Rome
The land of SEGREGATION
It is no land for inspiration

Prodigals come home now
To your father be not with in a row
To your father of love come
Not a father of hate-some

For his love is shaded abroad
Among men in the broad
That we all may love express
And not men impress.

Why not come home
And love embrace at home
For a mark it is
You are marked at ease
That "all may know"
And will always know
"That you are my DISCIPLES"

Yes, HIS disciples of love
To show His love
His love among the heathen
And not among the hidden
His love in the church
And not in such

Prodigals come home
For Egypt is not your home
But a foreign land
An idol of a land
The land of SLAVERY
Not the land of BRAVERY

Abuse not
Abuse not
O Prodigal !
The grace upon you gal

Come home from MALICE
Tarry not, tarry not
Come home from ANGER
Delay no further
And come home from DECEIT

Tarry thou in JERUSALEM
Not at HYPO-SALEM
Be filled with the HOLY SPIRIT
Not with HOLY-SPLIT
Manifest the FRUIT OF THE SPIRIT
Not of grudges nor INSOLENCE
Preach the word to the WORLD
Not gossip the brethren to the WORLD
Increase in GRACE,
Not decrease in GRACE
Pray without SEASON
Not play without SEASON.

He said: REPENT!
Not RE-PAINT
For a re-painter is no repenter
A re-painter is a HYPOCRITE
Living at "HYPO-SALEM"