The fires of the acolytes are burning
A gathering of believers
His presence is here
The spirit resides in the
Dwelling place of His followers
The weak and the zealous
In all who believe
In all who believe
Lord you have been our dwelling place
He is the sun
The radiant guide
Revealing Himself to those who do not seek
Constantly with open arms
Obstinate people
Pursuing your own imaginations
Oh that you would burst from the heavens
And come down from your throne
How the mountains would quake in Your presence
With the spirit
Let rebuilding begin
Bestow healing
Mend our souls
Oh that you would burst from the heavens
And come down from your throne