The Wages

The price is right and the charge is just

Negotiation is in vain

For absolutes are God’s pursuits

You can’t turn a loss to gain

Well every workman is worth his hire

Our efforts reflect our desire

How will you escape the refiner’s rod

And the fire of a Holy God?

It takes your breath to think of death

As a fair and just recompense

We all gotta learn what it takes not to butrn

Cause truth has a consequence

Well every workman is worth his hire

Our efforts reflect our desire

How will you escape the refiner’s rod

And the fire of a Holy God?

We’re accomplished in iniquity

And wickedness haunts every breath

Transgression’s been the specialty

Of a desperate heart that’s damned to death

Well every workman is worth his hire

Our efforts reflect our desire

How will you escape the refiner’s rod

And the fire of a Holy God?

#1005

Anthony Foster

June 2,1998

Copyright 1998 Anthony Foster