Breakthrough by Mary Allison

A fire roars covering this land,
A fire not to destroy,
Nor to take,
But to give,
Holy flames rise up,
Over this land,
Where life has been buried,
By what it has always been,
Buried in lack,
Generations seemingly lost,
Forgotten,
Lay under layers,
Of barrenness,
Now the fire has come,
Yes, now,
Roaring forth,
Tall Holy flames,
Covering this place,
This land,
Changing the landscape,
Before our very eyes,
Changing the atmosphere,
You are here,
Lord God Almighty,
And we can not turn back,
To what was,
We now press into,
What is,
Life blooms,,
Generations thought to be gone,
Burst forth,
Their callings,
Their lives,
Passion,
Worship,
Joy,
Cause new colors to spread across,
This land,
Rising up into a new,
Day,
The truth of who we are,
When we are Yours,
Jesus,
Rises up,
Singing out,
Declarations of life,
Of worship from our depths,
Now generations,
After generations are freed,
There is no barrier,
We come people,
With hearts beating after You,
A flame deep inside,
Roars forward,
And we fall to our knees,
For we have seen this day,
Flames rising up,
Rushing over,
The time has come,
For this land,
This atmosphere it is changing,
Your voice,
Oh Lord is heard,
Lives are claimed,
Brought from the pit of destruction,
To new heights,
In these flames of You,
Come breath on us more,
The day is here,
This place,
Our hearts change,
With eyes for only You.

Wings by Mary Allison

Blinking our eyes,
Our wings curved under us,
To afraid to ask,
To see,
What these are made to be,
Captured,
Grounded by fear,
We just can't explain,
Hiding what is beautiful,
Because it may be different,
Oh no,
Is the time to rise up and see,
That faith seeded deep,
We are more than we think we are,
Spreading our wings,
We see colors,
Breath of life flooding over,
Knowing even now,
There are heights and depths,
We have yet to see,
And our wings though beautiful,
Have not the power to take us there,
Weeping,
We sink to our faces,
To have just a glimpse,
Is not enough,
Oh Lord,
Where do we go now,
Now that we see,
That we know,
Your heart beats within us,
And to stay grounded,
Means never to know,
Oh,
Where do we go,
When our wings,
Refuse to fly,
When the length,
Height,
And depth,
Is so far,
Yet close enough,
Our hearts beat for it,
For the time,
When Your people rise from the it,
And do more than just admire,
The wings we are given,
When we fly,
Not alone are we.
We are watched.
By lives held in anticipation,
Of just maybe what,
We preach as truth is truth,
Real in our lives,
That there is something more,
Than empty words,
And colorful wings left to die,
Behind us snickers,
Every though that,
Draws us away,
Waiting,
To take us back to the death,
That once was,
When we go running,
But now,
Oh, Lord,
We come a people,
Who know there is more,
Than what we believe,
For Your blood,
Spilled opened all doors,
We may enter in,
The height,
Depth,
Never to great,
Oh, Lord,
Where do we go,
When our every breath,
Cries,
To go deeper,
In Your heart,
Spreading our wings,
We see the promise,
Carved in our very depths,
For we are made new,
Found beautiful,
so we simply come,
Come to You,
Stepping into Your heart,
We lose our own,
Melting away,
Our efforts are gone,
For we step through,
Our own thoughts and fears,
To be in Your heart,
Worshipping,
Simply being here,
In these depths of Your heart,
Our wings fly not high enough,
But we step,
To You,
And You take us there,
Breath under our wings,
Faith rises up,
And we are strengthen,
And finally,
We soar,
In the heights and depths,
Of Your very heart,
Oh, Lord,
We have come,
Simply,
To be here with You,
Sweet breath of life,
This is our prayer,
Our hearts desire,
We soar now.