For Those Who Walk

Circumstance tries to dictate that what we've been dealt is defeat
But as I hear His laugh reverberate from the throne
Whispering in the winds and rattling the mountains
I hear only victory.

Not even in death is there defeat.

As we gather, Your fire stirs
The ground begins to shake
and the earth, removed.

No pain
No hurt
No grief
Can stand up
to Your mighty name.

I wear this fire
like the clothes on my back.
Nothing will douse Your love, Your grace

Not pain
Not hurt
Not grief
Not death.

This ‘mountain’ before us is merely a mound of sand
That will flatten under the weight of [ Y ]our arrival.

Earth movers
Ground shakers
Mountain splitters
and Giant slayers
Be not silenced

But fill the air
With praise
And the sky
With fire.