Silence! silence! silence!
Words are about to be spoken
The foundations of the earth about to be shaken
Territories are expected to be taken
Hungry souls are about to be filled
Worldly systems of oppression and slavery destined to be killed
Darkened hearts of men are soon to be enlightened
Reprobate minds, tightened with futile thoughts soon to be loosened
The sickle has been thrown in, an army is about to be chosen
The silence is finally broken
Why do we choose to walk on foot, when we can ride on horses
We have forsaken our foundation and made the streets our houses
The world and its systems slowly encroaching upon the church
And we sit back comfortably acting as if we don't have a choice
We buy the insane ideas of the carnal man
His pathways have become the runway for our dreams to land
Wicked oppressors constantly haunt us
Like brutal bullies intimidating little children, they taunt us
We're held captives by strange sicknesses and serious addictions
Yet we sit back forgetting the power in our dictions
There's great strength embedded inside of us
Yet we lay on our beds leaving the metallic strength to rust
We've placed our love for the kingdom in the freezer of vainful pleasures
Our hearts have been hardened, unspeakable evil has become our leisure
We've grown cold, our bones, weak and old
Where are the Deborah's that will boldly lead the people to victory
The Jaels that will kill the enemy skillfully
Where are the Hebrew boys that will refuse to give in to the corrupt systems of the princes of this world
The Esther that will risk their lives and stand before rulers for the liberation of God's people
Show me the Daniels that won't defile themselves but stay consistent in the place of prayer
The Apostles that will carry the gospel to the ends of the earth
Show me the Jabez that won't let their background put their backs to the ground
The David that will raise mighty men and carry out the intent of God's heart
The spirit of the Lord hovers upon the face of the earth
Ready to pour down himself and activate the New Birth
On the ones that are hungry for a breaking forth
The ones that yearn for the long days of waiting to be made short
Let all flesh appear before Zion, God's holy mountain
A refreshing like the droppings of the dew of Hermon awaits them at the fountain
There's a calmness as they drink from the waterfall
The sweet waters of revival that will revive all
