We wait for revival

One that'll mock the excesses of exegesis;

The type that'll raise crouches in churches;

The same that bothered brothers to bear others;

And bore dense burdens in hearts for God's manifestation;

The lame must walk, and dumb must talk;

And like walkie talkies after they spoke, it was OVER!!!

This dead must rise, it'll only take a faithful CPR;

Planned 3 trials, but will triumph on the first try of three;

'Cos there's revival

We wait for revival

The type that'll keep our Moses afloat on a basket boat

And swim him into the the arms of government's princess

So Isreal may leave Egypt's captivity once again;

And yea though we go through derserts and seas we won't refrain;

For with this revival, mountains will only skip like calves;

And by faith's stretch, red seas will divide into halves;

That once again we may receive manna from above;

Manna that'll instill manners into youths and make the aged ask "what manner of God is this?"

We wait for revival fire

Not the type that'll fall and burn offerings on polluted altars;

But the type that refurbishes, renews and alters;

Not one that'll release the sweet smelling savour of barbeque;

But the fire that'll cause men at the bar to queue;

Queue before the refiner's furnace;

Waiting, watching and beholding his face;

Queue before the throne of mercy to obtain grace;

To help in time of need as they pace through this God-race.

We long for revival

One that'll reposition men where they belong;

Carrying both the strong and the weak along;

One that'll use foolish things to confound compounded wisdom;

Leading humanity down the aisle of a new found freedom.

The kind of revival that'll raise men up like heel shoes;

And cause issues to take to their heels forgetting their shoes;

And death will be sentenced to a final obituary;

Cos sons of God will now raise the dead habitually;

for this revival will kick sickness outta business;

And hades will retire cos death will be like recess.

We wait, earnestly wait for revival.