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THE FIRE WILL FALL
THERE’S A SHORTAGE OF THE FIRE, THAT WE FELT SO LONG AGO
THE WOOD’S DRY ON THE ALTER, IT’S A LONELY PLACE TO GO
OUT BY NOON EVERY SUNDAY, , PEOPLE RUSHING OUT THE DOOR
THERE’S BARREN AND EMPTY ALTARS, SAINTS AREN’T PRAYING ANYMORE
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THE FIRE WILL FALL WHEN THE WOOD IS WET, AT A TEAR STAINED ALTAR
WHEN THE CHURCH REPENTS, LIKE ELIJAH ON CARMEL IN THE DAYS OF OLD
WET WOOD ON THE ALTAR, MEANS THE FIRE WILL FALL
I REMEMBER WHEN I WAS A CHILD, HOW WE’D SPEND THE NIGHT IN PRAYER
WHEN SUNDAY MORNING ROLLED AROUND, THE FIRE WAS EVERYWHERE
SAINTS WERE CRYING AND WE’RE SHOUTING
FOR ALL THE LORD HAD DONE, AFTER WEEPING IN THE ALTARS, THE BATTLE IT WAS WON
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