Few Be the Lovers by John Michael Talbot, Terry Talbot

No Longer Strangers by John Michael Talbot, Terry Talbot

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Few Be the Lovers
by John Michael Talbot, Terry Talbot

Album: No Longer Strangers

An empty canvas waits before the painter
It waits to be the painting it must be
Unto this end, it's rightfully been created
To reflect rightfully what the painter sees

That I wonder what His eyes are now beholding
As they surely turn their gaze to behold me
As my lips so often speak the name of Jesus
Will the canvas hold his image within me

For many willfully join at the Lord's table
When beckoned there to feast or to dine
But who among us will still be found faithful
When we are beckoned
To drink the chalice of His wine

Few be the lovers
In this painting
Few will be the lovers
Of the cross

Yet many here still seek to be exalted
And many here still seek to be found first
And many here still seek a consolation
Demanding blessings when deserving the curse

Who will remain when asked to cry in tribulation
Who will remain when asked to hunger in the fast
Who will remain when asked to die to save another
Who will be first when asked to be rewarded last

So isn't this the passion of His glory
Isn't this the paradox of shame
Isn't this the beauty of His painting
And isn't this the power of His name

Few will be the lovers
Within this painting
Few will be the lovers
Of His cross

And few will be the lovers
Within this painting
Few will be the lovers
Of His cross