Текст песни ИБП - ОЧЕНЬ ПЛОХАЯ МУЗЫКА

As in the days of old
The glory fills the temple of the Lord

We are your temple
We are your temple

The burning deep inside of my heart
These lips adorned with praise
My hands raised in worship lost
In the wonder of your ways
Come now and take your place Lord
Bring forth new winds of change
Set our lives ablaze with fire
Bring down your heavenly rain

We are your temple

Burn away the darkness of sin
Fill these hands with seeds of truth
Show the path and I will follow
Let your spirit lead me through

This hunger taking over my life
This thirst for heavenly ways
These eyes are filled with visions
This heart your dwelling place
Come reign here Holy Spirit
Bring forth a storm of change
Set our tongues ablaze with fire
Bring down Your heavenly glory
Glory

You made these hands
Now take these hands
Lord fill these hands
Lord fill these hands with seeds of truth

Bring your fire down!
Glory
Fire
Power
Shekinah