Breath Upon the Dead
In the upper room we waited
As He told us we should do
Praying through the days of silence
For the promise to come true
Then a sound came like a tempest
And a flame on every head
And the Spirit fell upon us
Like a breath
upon the dead
And the things we could not utter
Suddenly were on our tongues
Every nation could receive us
Every barrier was undone
Then a sound came like a tempest
And a flame on every head
And the Spirit fell upon us
Like a breath
upon the dead
He will pour Him on all daughters
He will pour Him on all sons
On the servants, on the dreaming
On the old and on the young
Then a sound came like a tempest
And a flame on every head
And the Spirit fell upon us
Like a breath
upon the dead