CRY HOLY
In the land of the Devil’s Vineyard
The cry becomes a silence
Through the tears of revelation
The need for Holy in desperation
In the wilderness of conviction
The fall down on the knees
Eyes of Heaven’s skies
Imprisoned in the Devil’s lair
Shackled in chains
The need for a breakout
The cry holy echoes
Chains break
The heart shouts holy
Cries on praising joy
The release from the Devil’s Donegan
Holy, Holy, Holy
Victory through the cry out.
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