hold onto the impression before it fades
maybe its a dream I won't wake from
(how I long to be where you are)
I press into the atmosphere and I hear the passion that changes nations
water chases the flames of my generation
so stand against the weaknesses in your mind...
release upon us the anointing of a new army, the Lord's army
ready, waiting for the deliverance to descend
approaching from the east
one last breath draws me in again
17*3*07
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