Lord we long for You to do it again,
A continuous move that has no end,
Where sinners are drawn to salvation,
When followers worship with elation,
When the saved fall to humbly repent,
Where Your moves are heaven sent,
The land is dry and the hearts weary,
Things are looking dark and dreary,
Sin crouches at the door to trip all,
Another follower just tripped to fall,
Your church is apathetically asleep,
Priests at the altar no longer weep,
Your people dry eyed don't mourn,
Hypocrisy our scourge and scorn,
I plead for You to come do it again,
To turn this nation from all our sin,
To usher in old days of revival past,
And do it quickly - please do it fast.
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