There was a man from England
In truth a man of God
Wigglesworth's a funny name
And he was a little odd.

He earned his keep as plumber
Worked hard to learn the trade
But he knew a man named Jesus
So he HEALED and souls were saved!
There were even some occasions
Where he brought folks from the grave.

He was not a man of letters
Could not read till 23
But he always had a love for God
As humble as can be
He had great compassion
Would set the captives free!

Before his ministry began
He wanted to be pure
He would lock himself behind closed doors
The Lord worked out his flaws
He was of a different age
But his memory endures

Everywhere that man went
The people flocked around
The lame could walk! The blind could see!
The meetings holy ground!

He was not a Methodist
Episcopal at all
But he went to those churches
When he received a call
He believed in Pentecost
And he brought a Spirit fall

Everything he did in life
Was for his love for Christ
He gave all his money
For missions - at great price
He couldn't even spell
But no action was a waste

Powerfully written
His books sold round the earth
"EVER INCREASING FAITH"
To this day has worth

Oh! That we'd have his faith now!
Here in the U.S.
But WE worship MONEY
So we are in distress
We worship self and worldly gain
And our lives are a mess

Take me, OH! My precious Lord!
Pull me from this mire!
I want to be a Wigglesworth...
To THIS cause I ASPIRE!
Give me his compassion
The tears! In ME INSPIRE!
For years I have been waiting
You've tried me in the fire!
I want ever more of YOU!
Jesus! Take me higher!

Yes! I have the willingness
Yes! I'll build my faith
But will I stick to it?
For that is what it takes!

There was a man in England
His first name was Smith
And there's scarce a man today
Who can match his gifts.

We haven't the willingness
All WE want are perks
Scarce a "workman of today

Who'll roll up sleeves and WORK.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 4/15/2016