In the house of the lord

Come anointing word

The land is dry but the weeds grow

To curse the land

The heart is dry

Yet sin grows

Like weeds of field

Smother the seed

It steal from the crop it find no mercy

It kills

Why has dryness come to us

To let the weeds grow

To effect the crops of field

Why is sin found in are hearts

And root so strong

Ware is the sword of spirit

To convict the heart

To cut the root of sin

Why have we aloud the garden

To be stain with

Thorn of weed

Of death of are hearts

For in the house of lord comes his word

Open your ears to your heart

To find the word

A upon your heart

To cut the root

To bring the light

To are heart s

I hear

From the word

Like breath a upon my ears

A Vision

Faith in my heart

A voice that long to be

Found in scripture

That rain in my heart

Of a seed that

Grows

In root of god

I hear deep faith rise up in me

From his word

See the eye of god

Through his son

Redemption cries through his blood

Of truth and righteousness

Proclaiming his word

That lives in my heart

From dust to dawn I hear

His Breath a upon my ears

That raises the sound of faith

In my heart

That he has risen

From grave

And made me whole a men

Beaten down

Wax cold

Feel alone

Scare a upon my feet and tears in my eyes

Fell to my feet

Call his name

Bare my soul

To my refuge I cry

Here my pain

See my soul

And protect me

Under his wing

From your word I can sing

For your wing has been my shelter in storm

You have covered me

With promise of your word

You fed me

In riches of grace

And by your words I was healed

From sound faith

I came to believe

All has been place in his hands