Album: With Broken Fists
all creation waits / bated breath in pain
for redemption's day
all creation cries / floods and charcoal skies
things are not alright
with brokenness and broken fists we
beat upon the breast of falleness
we hear the call of kingdom come as
one more train we chase to only miss
but we will never give up on it
we're part of the resistance
we're running in the revolution
we're part of the insistance
that we are more than institution
we're part of the tradition
of spirit- fueled evolution
we're part of the resistance
we're running in the revolution,
revolution
all creation groans / in one voice alone
for them to be shown
all creation cries / floods and charcoal skies
things are not alright
we're living in a world built on the walls
between the haves and never wills
but we're following a King who's ears are
bent to those forgotten and unfilled
and He will never give up on it
repeat chorus
we're standing up / and we're kneeling down
and we're digging in / and we're reaching out
and we're loving more / and we're holding less
and we won't back down / from this holy mess
and we're chosing hope / and we're chosing peace
we were chosen by Grace / to bring flesh and feet
to the Loving More / to the Holding Rest
and we won't back down....
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