Moving in power, moving in might

Walking by faith and not by sight

Trusting ever on the strength of the Lord

Looking to Him to open the doors

Touching the feeble, strengthening the faint

Not one too small and not one too quaint

Annointed to proclaim great liberty

Annointed to release great jubilee

Broken-in hands that tend to the task

Broken-in hearts that are made to hold fast

Hearts that will cradle those lost to deep pain

Hands that will mend, the removers of stains

A church forged in heaven before expression on earth

A church conceived and waiting for birth,

A people called out– forgiven and free

A people prepared to reach destiny

Shepherds hewn from the spiritual clay

Of the sending house, the same DNA

Given to those broken and bent

Just like the heart of those who have sent.

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