Bring your fire, Let your glory show

You are defying my God, you are denying my savior, your ignorance is making me angry

Consider yourself dead

Temptation may grow but my God isn't dead

He's alive and He alone is stronger than all you can throw

We are sons, daughters, and heirs to the throne

Get up get up and keep pressing on
We are called to worship but our worship has become so confused
Lift your voice and sing this loud

My God will hear you

Oh, We only want you

Oh, We only need you
Oh, We're not giving up until we see you.


Somewhere between Pittsburgh and home,
along a mountain bigger than I'd ever seen,
a fog bank plowed in over me like a semi, heavy

as divorce and car crashes, thick as relapse
and the power cords to respirators.
The deeper I drove, the more

It seemed to swallow me, drench
Every 50 feet in white-knuckled uncertainty, the road
dissolving, the horizon, the sun, buried. The fog seemed omnipresent,

thick enough to come through the vents
And dissolve me with it, but it didn't?it couldn't?powerless as
Our doubts, it simply floated there, trying to obscure

And distract me from what I already knew?
It couldn't move that pavement?no matter
How little I could see, no matter how scared

Or confused I got, that road stayed the same,
And it led me home.


We are sons, daughters, and heirs to the throne
Get up get up and keep pressing on
We are called to worship but our worship has become so confused

Lift your voice and sing this loud
My God will hear you


Oh, We only want you
Oh, We only need you
Oh, We're not giving up until we see you.


All hell trembles
At the sound of your name