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Like a grain field

I see the shaking fists

of an army

pounding "Black"

grinding as I lay

down my arms knowing

My Rebellion is in You

Hands high for the King of kings

Give praise to the only God who lives

Then he said to me: "Son of man, prophesy!"

All my bones are dry

all my hope is lost

You shall breathe on me

and make me come out of my grave

Breathe on these slain

Cause You're waking me up

to stand in line first

for the true rebellion

to the nations

got to scream and shout

as they come alive

and stand upright

with loyal hearts

keeping ranks, their

their rebellion is in You

Hands high for the King of Kings

Give praise to the only God who lives

Then he said to me: "Son of man, prophesy!"

All my bones are dry

all my hope is lost

You shall breathe on me

and make me come out of my grave

Breathe on these slain

Cause You're waking me up

to stand in line firm

for the true rebellion

How shall I follow you

When the world comes down?

Cause You're waking me up

to stand in line, first

for the true rebellion