(Appeal):
Listen to love’s lullaby
It’s makin’ time stand still
And listen to the wilderness cry
The Spirit singin’ as He will
And you know you’re comin’ home
And you know you’re comin’ home
And you know you’re comin’ home
And you know you’re comin’ home
And you know you’re comin’ home
And you know you’re comin’ home
Comin’ home
Comin’ home
There is a freedom song
It’s singin’ without words and lines
The child of silence come to sing along
His tongue does cease to twist and tie
And you know you’re comin’ home
And you know you’re comin’ home
And you know you’re comin’ home
And you know you’re comin’ home
And you know you’re comin’ home
And you know you’re comin’ home
Comin’ home, ooh…
So listen to the singer sing
The Prophet’s song
He tells the time to come
The Plowman and His team
They keep on pushin’ on
To sow His field
Before it’s come and gone
And you know you’re comin’ home
And you know you’re comin’ home
And you know you’re comin’ home
And you know you’re comin’ home
And you know you’re comin’ home
And you know you’re comin’ home
Comin’ home
Comin’ on home
So when the greenwood is burnin’ dry
You know the last time is drawin’ nigh
Feel it comin’ down so easy
And then the love will flow
The love will flow so freely
And then the love will flow
Through the Beautiful City
The Beautiful City
But now the greenwood is burnin’ dry
Watch it burn as it writes through your sky
Mother Nature, now we listen to your call
We look upon your mountains, let them fall
This is the time, so come on, now, listen!!
This is the time, my Jesus come to me
This is the time, so come on. low. listen!!
This is the time, to be free
Listen to the singer sing
The Prophet’s song
Come listen to the Word
The Plowman and His team
They keep on pushin’ on
As the greenwood starts to burn
And you know you’re comin’ home
And you know you’re comin’ home
And you know you’re comin’ home
And you know you’re comin’ home
And you know you’re comin’ home
And you know you’re comin’ home
And you know you’re comin’ home
And you know you’re comin’ home
And you know you’re comin’ home
(Interlude):
And the time is movin’ still
Mother Nature, like a child does cry
Imprisoned to the bondage
As the greenwood burns dry, oh…
But there’s a Spirit of sweet freedom
To release her like a mighty Wind
To cleanse her through the sons in Jesus
Like in the garden again, oh…
Can you feel the Wind?
Can you feel the Wind?
(Proclamation of Victory):
So let the greenwood
Let it tell its own story
And let the greenwood
Let it sing its own song
But let the greenwood
Will it last through tomorrow?
But the Spirit move on
It move on!
The Spirit move on
The Spirit move on
The Spirit move on
So, tell me, who is the King of the glory?
And who is the King but the Lord?
So, tell me, who is the King of the glory?
And who reigns but Jesus the Lord?
So, tell me, who is the King of the glory?
And who is the King but the Lord?
So, tell me, who is the King of the glory?
And who reigns but Jesus the Lord?
So, tell me, who reigns but Jesus the Lord?
So, tell me, who reigns but Jesus the Lord?
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