Back to Pentecost

I was standing in my room Just another quiet night when the air

began to tremble in my heart Felt strange alike Then suddenly the wall

faded out like a Dr. And I found myself in Judah where the fire

first gleamed There were people in an upper room Praying deep,

praying strong Waiting for a promise they had carried for so long

and as the heavens open wide Like a rushing mighty wind I felt the

atmosphere ignite and something woke with an Take me back to Pentecost

where the fire first fell where the promise came alive and the world