Safa and Marwa

Come by here Lord, we used to sing it all the time lately much to ourselves as much as to anything else.

Whenever some thing went wrong it seems to me.

Maybe its a way of inviting him into all the troubles that there be.

Though in two-thousand years we had grown up not at all and now it was time to come on home.

The streetlights were on to light the way home.

From out of the muck and the mire and the grown.

The seeds that we made us the deeds that we owned.

The streetlights were on to light the way home.

Time sure had gone on mighty owned.

Though come with us and see what a difference one day makes to the Lord

There in the house of the Lord.

How the treasures were growned, the hearts that we owned,

The seeds that were sown as there in whose way did he own and there were we known as unto him grown.