Newer demo – recorded in Rhyolite, NV near Death Valley

I’m the least of all those coming after me
I’m the least of all those coming you will see
From the least of all the brothers to the least of all the others
Better get your house in order
Better get your things together
Oh you know the Lord is coming over tonight

When the mountains start to crumble and the earth begins to move
When you hear the sound of heaven coming through
When you feel your heart is thumping and you know he’s doing something
Better get your house in order
Better get your things together
Oh you know the Lord is coming over tonight

Let the sun shine, let the day break in
Oh my people, help my people find a friend
Help the hopeless, feed the all alone
Be the hands and feet we really need

With the rising of the morning and the passing of the sea
When the Lord has to set his captives free
We will hear the trumpet sound and see the angels all around him
Better get your house in order
Better get your things together
Oh you know the Lord is coming over tonight

There’s a land of milk and honey for the ones who will receive
There’s a promise for the ones who will believe
Love in truth will see his pardon, truth in love will see his garden
Better get your house in order
Better get your things together
Oh you know the Lord is coming over tonight

Stop the madness, don’t worship sadness
See gladness comin’ in with love so pure and free
Pour out the old wine, house the left behind
Open up your gates and let your sunlight really shine

I have held My peace a long time,
I have been still and restrained Myself.
Now I will cry like a woman in labor,
I will pant and gasp at once.

Isaiah 42:14

1st demo – starts out pretty slow

I spent all my money making you my honey
Now you won the lottery you haven’t got a dime for me
I know you can do it I saw me put you through it
Now I look around and see you holding onto all the cash you found

I got lost in the water in the river where I thought about
The way we used to live it up and now I’ve got to give it up
My purse is empty I’m hungry for a century
Can you give me just a little bread to feed the meter in my head

I’ll be whole again
Where love is money I am free to spend
I’ll be whole again
You might have to let me in

I been saving all my nickels now I haven’t got a penny
But you’re loaded like a millionaire and you don’t give me any
I’ve been taxed and I’ve been levied I’ve been fined and I’ve been feed
But as broke as I’ve been wandering your love is all I need

Then I’ll be whole again
Where love is money I am free to spend
I’ll be whole again
You might have to let me in