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I see a Broken people beginning to get up again
I see the few standing helping the wounded up
I see the wounded mended before my eyes and a new fire dancing in there eyes
I see a spirit of fierceness never known to us
I see warriors coming pledging there prayer 24/7
I see a time when the prayers of the saints rock the grip of hell
I see our pitiful excuse for prayer being shattered
I see a Father rejoicing over his children
I see the weight of the spirit on our hearts
I see a cry "How bad do you want it?"
Who will answer the cry with fasting and prayer
I see the rad-tad the losers the freaks
I see the worst finding and drawing there swords
And with burning eyes they cry aloud
"To those who are in prison and captured hold fast."
"We are coming"
I see the few standing helping the wounded up
I see the wounded mended before my eyes and a new fire dancing in there eyes
I see a spirit of fierceness never known to us
I see warriors coming pledging there prayer 24/7
I see a time when the prayers of the saints rock the grip of hell
I see our pitiful excuse for prayer being shattered
I see a Father rejoicing over his children
I see the weight of the spirit on our hearts
I see a cry "How bad do you want it?"
Who will answer the cry with fasting and prayer
I see the rad-tad the losers the freaks
I see the worst finding and drawing there swords
And with burning eyes they cry aloud
"To those who are in prison and captured hold fast."
"We are coming"