Your very presence opens up the sky above
And your glory cascades down in torrential love
The heavens are split asunder and reverberate with thunder
And our hearts are full and spill over with magnificent wonder.
Oh that the whole world would shake at your presence
And be overwhelmed and consumed by Your very essence
That dead bones would rise up and life would spring anew
The glory of the risen King would surely come into view.
We have fallen in the valley, where is our desperation?
Every tribe and every tongue and every far off nation
Needs to hear the cries of Gods anointed ones
From His Royal priesthood, His daughters and His sons
Fill us with this breath of life that comes from heaven above
Fill us once again oh Lord with your glory and your love
Take us to that holy place that's high upon the mountain
Where blessings fall like drenching rains from your unending fountain.
A Call To The Remnant 