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Like a grain field
I see the shaking fists
of an army
pounding "Black"
grinding as I lay
down my arms knowing
My Rebellion is in You
Hands high for the King of kings
Give praise to the only God who lives
Then he said to me: "Son of man, prophesy!"
All my bones are dry
all my hope is lost
You shall breathe on me
and make me come out of my grave

Breathe on these slain
Cause You're waking me up
to stand in line first
for the true rebellion

to the nations
got to scream and shout
as they come alive
and stand upright
with loyal hearts
keeping ranks, their
their rebellion is in You
Hands high for the King of Kings
Give praise to the only God who lives
Then he said to me: "Son of man, prophesy!"
All my bones are dry
all my hope is lost
You shall breathe on me
and make me come out of my grave

Breathe on these slain

Cause You're waking me up
to stand in line firm
for the true rebellion
How shall I follow you
When the world comes down?
Cause You're waking me up
to stand in line, first
for the true rebellion

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