LYRIC

Wash me clean In the warm sun dry me
Cleanse my heart From all iniquity
Baptize me In the Holy Spirit sea
Renew my mind That wickedness may flee

In those days His Son will save
His Spirit will pour On all who call on the Lord
In those days His Son will save
His Spirit will fill Empty jars of mud and clay

In these days Barren fields will sprout trees
The deaf and blind will hear and see
The dead will raise and begin to breathe
The sons of God declare to be His full and glorious family
The beautiful, perfect bride of Thee

The barren fields will sprout trees
The deaf and blind will hear and see
The dead will raise and begin to breathe, oh The sons of God declare to be His full and glorious family
The beautiful, perfect bride of Thee
The barren fields will sprout trees The earth will groan in pain to see

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