Stand

Stand straight up oh man of destiny
Can you see the places you have traveled?
The spaces in between?

You will see all of this and more.

A harvest to be won
Deeds yet to be done.

Can you see it oh woman of renowned acclaim
The beauty you will tame.
The sacred uncertainty you will walk.
On legs of trust.
In the Masters dust.
Speak the words He gives
Bleed your heart upon their ears.

Slow down people of my generation.
Listen to His words,
The wind flowing through your hair.
The silence of his plan.
Burn the diseases from your lives.

We can be more then now.

How can we know how to live if we do not allow change?

Rip apart all worldly ways
Leave it all to the grave.
Your old self is dead and gone.
Live!
Live, new man of Word!
Live, daughter of Zion!

Let only His hands pick you up.
Let only He be the one to whisper
Who you are!

I pledge allegiance to my God
The only one who can see and saw
Me at my worst
He bled and died
To tell me I am made brand new
Once dead Now Alive.

Identity, we are searching blind
Because we hide behind
Screen, and shirt, shoe and song,
Hair, magazines, cussing out at what we are.
Talking big, searching for fame.

Its all for the dust of our old selves.
That the grave has claimed.

WE ARE MADE NEW!
WE ARE MADE NEW!

Men of God
Godly Women

Claim your inheritance.