The call of duty,
Tramples of beauty,
What was your work while you were here,
Sayeth the master,
Be gone from me for I know you not.

The Harvest is large,
But yet the labourers are few,
How many fields did you plough,
Sayeth the master,
Be gone from me I know you not.

Thou unfaithful servant,
How long will you wait,
How long will you engage your desires,
Sayeth the master,
Be gone from me, I know you not.

Thou covetous servant,
How long will you crave,
After things that wage war,
Against your very soul,
Sayeth the master,
Be gone from me I know you not.

Thou worker of inquity,
How long will you walk in darkness,
How long will you give yourself to sin,
How long will you desroy your temple,
Sayeth the master,
Be gone from me, you workers of inquity.

Thou carnal servants,
How long will you preach gold and silver,
How long will you give yourself to idols,
How will you give yourself to human craftiness,
Sayeth the master,
Be gone from me, I know you not.

He that have an ear,
Let him hear hear,
What the spirit says,
To the churches..

Greenhills Emmanuel Amarayahweh