I tell you there is something wrong.
Where's the sound of love so dear,
the sound God really wants to hear.
Clang, Chang, Banga-Gong,
the sound of words made all day long.
For if we speak in tongues of men,
and have not love, what is it then.
Clang, Chang. Banga-Gong,
somethings simply truly wrong.
Without the devotion for what God longs,
we are clanging cymbols and noisy gongs.
Clang, Chang, Banga-Gong! By: Preston Pittman ♥
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