Blind Dogs

When the watchman stops watching we’re left with Blind Dogs howling at the moon. When the church loses its way the nation and the world is lost. Sadly, the church has lost its way, we changed the battle song to a lullaby and traded the fire of the spirit soulish feelings. Th church needs a general not gentle partner’s touch. We need a battle cry not a religious whimper. We need a voice like thunder to shake the world around us.