We are on the edge of something big. This is a special time of the releasing of the supernatural, of the powerful. And words are one of the largest weapons we have in our arsenal. This is a poem about being in that place between hearing a thought and actually speaking it out loud and remembering that those words you're about to speak are going to be more powerful and influential to the destiny of the earth than you might ever realize.
The Fray
This is the time
The moment
Where the words that fall
From this parted mouth
Can launch a thousand ships
This is the place
The cavern
Where destiny will sit
And wait it’s quiet turn
Until It’s released from my lips
This is the world
The future
That rests upon my tongue
Will I choose to sing it forward
Or will I pull the smoking gun
This is the song
The anthem
That defines a generation
Of God crazed holy seekers
On whose shoulders rest the nations
This is the hour
The calling
For the lions to finally roar
To rise upon the hillside
And prepare themselves for war
We have the word
The answer
For a sick and starving world
Will we stand with God to heal it
Or let the pulsing dark uncurl
This is the time
The moment
Where the words that fall from our parted mouths
Can raise a Holy Kingdom
Or one that’s thriving underground
