We were made from the clay
For a better place
We were bought for a price
So we could be saved
We are weak, we fall away
Straight into the grave
We’re the salt of the earth
Have we lost our flavor?
We must not fall away
They’ll be many dark hours, affliction and pain
They’ll be mocking and laughing
Cursing your name
But they’re just misguided they don’t know the way
For we are living in the last days
So we march through the wilderness
Nourished from heaven
Don’t look back, like Lot’s wife did
A pillar of salt she became
They’ll be many dark hours, affliction and pain
They’ll be mocking and laughing
Cursing your name
But they’re just misguided they don’t know the way
For we are living in the last days
lead vocals, guitar and keyboards Randy Vild, Bass and guitar Curt Piar, drums Anthony Warner, french horn Carolyn Brinkman
