[Title: THE FLAX] [Intro — Dark Piano, Spinning Wheel, Strong Female Voice] I went looking for a flask— And found a field of flax! BEHOLD! FATHER IS DOING A NEW THING! [Verse 1 — THE NETWORK] It started back in grade school, Who got invited, who sat where. Little networks full of whispers, Somebody always lost a chair. Then I grew up teaching dancers, And recognized that game. HELL NO! MOVE THOSE CHAIRS! WE'RE NOT DOING THAT AGAIN! Put my dancers in a circle, Every gift could find its place. No child begging for acceptance, No little kingdoms built on grace. Who made the network? Who tied the line? Who gave you power To measure mine? [Chorus — Powerful Female Lead] THE SMOKING FLAX SHALL HE NOT QUENCH! THE BRUISED REED SHALL HE NOT BREAK! HE SHALL BRING FORTH JUDGMENT UNTO TRUTH! AND SEND FORTH JUDGMENT UNTO VICTORY! [Verse 2 — THE FLOWER AND THE COVERING] A little flower dressed in blue, With golden oil within its seed. A slender stalk conceals a strength, And linen waits to be revealed! They gather flax and draw the fiber, Spin the thread and weave it tight. What looked so frail upon the hillside Becomes a garment clean and white! Rahab laid the flax upon the rooftop, Two men hidden from the search. A woman gathers wool and flax, Her willing hands go to work. Then I stood before a mirror, And the sight brought me to the floor. No painted face could answer What I was trembling for. Her hair is given for a covering, Her glory flowing long. Because of angels, Paul has written— Now hear the Scripture song! The flax becomes the linen, The Bride is clothed in white. Not by the network's favour— The Lamb has made it right! [Chorus — Full Band] THE SMOKING FLAX SHALL HE NOT QUENCH! THE BRUISED REED SHALL HE NOT BREAK! HE SHALL BRING FORTH JUDGMENT UNTO TRUTH! AND SEND FORTH JUDGMENT UNTO VICTORY! [Verse 3 — THE LINE AND THE GATE] Samson stood before the Philistines, Their cords were holding tight. The Spirit of the LORD came mightily— Those bonds gave way like flax in fire! Ezekiel saw the measuring man, Like brass beside the gate. A line of flax within his hand, A reed to measure straight. Who gives the angels their commission? Who sends them on their way? They're ministering spirits, They hearken and obey! The eye can't say unto the hand, "I have no need of thee!" The head can't tell the dancing feet They've got no place to be! [Bridge — Half-Time, Building] A line to measure, a weight to weigh, A narrow gate, a better way. A dancer knows when balance comes, Not every foot must beat the drums! From little seed to flowering field, From stalk to thread, the fibers yield! From thread to linen, woven bright— And smoking wicks still hold their light! A FALSE BALANCE IS ABOMINATION! A JUST WEIGHT IS HIS DELIGHT! THY KINGDOM COME! THY WILL BE DONE! [Final Chorus — Triumphant Female Lead] THE SMOKING FLAX SHALL HE NOT QUENCH! THE BRUISED REED SHALL HE NOT BREAK! HE SHALL BRING FORTH JUDGMENT UNTO TRUTH! AND SEND FORTH JUDGMENT UNTO VICTORY! [Outro — Powerful Female Vocal, Final Sustained Chord] BEHOLD! FATHER IS DOING A NEW THING! GOD'S WILL BE DONE! JESUS IS THE LORD
