I hear the voice of one calling, prepare ye the way of the Lord. And make His paths straight in the wilderness And let your light shine in the darkness And let your rain fall in the desert.
As sure as gold is precious and the honey sweet, So you love this city and you love these streets. Every child out playing by their own front door Every baby laying on the bedroom floor.
Every dreamer dreaming in her dead-end job Every driver driving through the rush hour mob I feel it in my spirit, feel it in my bones You're going to send revival, bring them all back home
I can hear that thunder in the distance Like a train on the edge of town I can feel the brooding of Your Spirit "Lay your burdens down, Lay your burdens down".
From the Preacher preaching when the well is dry To the lost soul reaching for a higher high From the young man working through his hopes and fears To the widow walking through the veil of tears
Every man and woman, every old and young Every fathers daughter, every mothers son. I feel it in my spirit, feel it in my bones You're going to send revival, bring them all back home
I can hear that thunder in the distance Like a train on the edge of town I can feel the brooding of Your Spirit "Lay your burdens down, Lay your burdens down".
Revive us, Revive us, Revive us with your fire!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
