Miracles
End of ourselves - the start of God’s own way,
Rise from the pits to all He wants us to be.
No more rebellion shall our hearts obey,
But live the life God called us to, set free.
Be a miracle worker, bold and true,
Move into realms where heaven’s light expands.
Shift to the place where ‘Kratos’ breaks through,
And do miracles with anointed hands.
The ‘Dunamis’ already deep in you
Shall come out shining, holy and alive.
For prayers of the righteous still ring true -
Their power makes the impossible survive.
In Jesus’ Name, we rise and do His will,
His feet, His hands, His body - living still.
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