IRVINE CAME FROM KILSYTH
To the tune of Hymns Old & New #9: Jesus Came from Heaven Revealing
Irvine came from Kilsyth, Scotland, to the Emerald Isle of green.
All his “truth” to us declaring, revelation now he’d seen.
CHORUS:
We had followed, always followed workers steps, whate’er befall
Looking always to the workers; they had conquered one and all.
Deepest darkness is prevailing in the “truth” on every side.
Many now have left the meetings; in the outside world abide.
Information now has surfaced that the pris’ner might go free,
More and more will hear the warning and will have their chance to flee.
Satan’s pow’r is what the workers say has made us weak and sway.
We believe in information of the history of the way.
By Scott, November 26, 1997
TELL ME THE STORY OF IRVINE
To the tune of Hymns Old and New #1: Tell Me the Story of Jesus
Tell me the story of Irvine, write on the net every word,
Tell me the story so secret, strangest that ever was heard.
Tell of the meetings in Ireland, crowds that were numbered so high,
Glory to Irvine and Cooney! This way that never would die.
CHORUS:
Tell me the story of Irvine, write on the net every word,
Tell me the story so secret, strangest that ever was heard.
Biking the roads throughout Ireland, tell of the days that he passed,
Looking for saints and for workers, scattering the world so vast.
Tell of George Walker, Jack Carroll, James Jardine; his right hand men,
How they betrayed and outcast him, speaking his name n’er again.
Tell how they lied and betrayed us, men that were honored so high;
Tell how we lived their example, daily we lived in a lie.
Pain in that story concealed, hidden from all to know fact.
Stay let me say, “I will never, to the Two by two’s go back.”
By Scott, October 25, 1997
IF WE BUT KNEW
To the tune of Hymns Old & New #21: If We But Knew
If we but knew the cost when we professed,
Would we have vowed that we would do our best?
Would we have thanked the Lord for being blessed?
If we but knew! If we but knew!
If we but knew the sorrow and the loss,
The lonely hours, shut from the world in dross,
All in the name of Jesus on the cross,
If we but knew! If we but knew!
If we but knew the joy across the land,
From those outside “The Testimony” band,
Not long would we remain in “Truth” to stand,
If we but knew! If we but knew!
If we but knew the workers hidden woe,
Before whom “friends” would bow, let money flow,
Let us resist their call for us to go,
Help us to know! Help us to know!
By Scott, December 28, 1997
IMPELLED BY LOVE
To the tune of Hymns Old & New #403: Impelled by Love
I left the “Truth,” I left the “Way”;
workers and friends had naught to say,
And though I knew not what would be,
my heart was glad, I now was free.
Impelled by love, I then did choose
to seek the heartsore Two by Two’s.
For in my heart there is a flame of love
for those suff’ring the same.
I hear the workers beg and plead
that tracts and websites friends not read,
I listen to the pris’ner’s cry,
and say again, “Truth” is a lie.
I could not question, “should they hear?”,
when thousands live in guilt and fear,
But ask that all know of the lie,
that all would know the reason why.
Their pain and hurt I also bear,
I want to show them that I care,
I want to help them cut the ties that bind
and keep them to the lies.
By Scott, March 29, 1998
Dedicated to Sandi, Cherie, Dennis and all those others past and present who have spent countless hours trying to help those in bondage.
For what? Because they care…