My mind is troubled and sleep doesn't come easy.
My heart's heavy with a burden that won't leave me.
There's a sleepy-eyed look on the people's face.
I hear luke-warm souls singing "Amazing Grace".
The altars are bare and our churches are empty.
We think song and dance are the remedy.
But while we eat our fill and sleep our nights away,
Hell fills, the flame is gone, and our children are not saved.
We need revival, a divine arrival. We need God to come down.
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