Kindle a fire in this meeting tonight
That will be a wall of fire
So that people will not go to hellfireLet love burn in us like a fire
Let faith burn in us like a fire
Let zeal burn within us like a fire
Ashes on the floor
Death is at the door
Smoke is in the air
Fire is out again
See the winter storm
Hope is out of hand
But my hands are feeling warm
Cuz I hold them to the Word
Swallow it till my heart burns
Yea it′s coming up again – passion for the Lord
Can't mask it anymore
Been slow-cooking in his presence
If we catch the Spirit they gon catch a war
We attack with force
This that 416-Spartacus-trojan-sacking black Porsche
Asked God for wisdom he said "Say less"
So I′m saying less and I'm acting more
I seen a lotta deliverances
Still not too many salvations for sure
Maybe we're chasing the signs
Forgotten the Son who the signs should be facing towards
Maybe we′re chasing the lights
Forgotten the flames of the Lord should be making us pure
I say we make for the altar
Face to the floor till we′re bathed in his warmth
Ooo – this is a heater. Yea
Imma get icicle souls out the freezer
Imma come sweet with the heat like Doritos
Christ be glowing the Sun and Redeemer
Ooo – this is a heater. Yea
Little light shining till everyone see it
Bride looking fine and she bout to get sweeter
God rocked the boat now I'm rolling like Peter
Ooo this is a
This is a heater
Ooo ooo ooo
This is a heater
Yeah this is a heater
Yeah ooo this is a
Imma tell demons to go like Felicia (Bye)
Playing these Keys for your Soul like Alicia
Feeding you bread when you low like I′m Peeta (eat that)
Evil can't see me.
Five moves of doom like I′m Cena
That be the Father the Son,
The Spirit the Bible and a giant army of believers
That be the love of my God
Plus a sprinkle of salt for the lost and the wandering peoples
That be the hand of my Daddy
Snatched me from wickedness alley
And brought me to freedom
That be the fingers of death
That are gripping the neck
Of the devil and all of his demons
Father, I got it – you the goat
So I'm not mortified
Nope, more like Mordecai
Ops all choked on the rope tied for my throat.
Got glorified.
By the blood of the lamb
That covers the man who′s under his hand
Before God told me
"Boy you're my child the delight of my soul"
I was sorta shy so I wore disguises
Falling short of my calling
To herald his praise by wearing his face
Beyond the borderlines.
Miles behind the spotlights,
High fives and props from guys in Off-Whites
So we reach the people while they sleeping in the streets
Furtick's in his mansion
Middle east churches getting burned and bombed
Benny Hinn′s getting bands
And we watching TD Bank –
I mean TD Jakes on demand
Saying "God made a tree God made your hands
Go build your dreams, go get your cash"
Everybody speaks in tongues
So I′m struggling to understand
When the fire fell in Acts
Did they get their money up?
Were they still afraid of man?
Did they stay at home scrolling phones
Laying low – that's what made the devil really mad?
If the fire is God′s
Where's the heat that burned altar
And the water where Elijah stands?
I don′t know what Spirit ya'll promoting
But if he don′t make you holy
Ain't the Son of Man's
I seen a lotta deliverances
Still not too many salvations for sure
Maybe we′re chasing the signs
Forgotten the Son who the signs should be facing towards
Maybe we′re chasing the lights
Forgotten the flames of the Lord should be making us pure
I say we make for the altar
Face to the floor till we're bathed in his warmth
Ooo – this is a heater. Yea
Imma get icicle souls out the freezer
Imma come sweet with the heat like Doritos
Christ be glowing the Sun and Redeemer
Ooo – this is a heater. Yea
Little light shining till everyone see it
Bride looking fine and she bout to get sweeter
God rocked the boat now I′m rolling like Peter
Ooo this is a
Ooo this is a heater
Ooo this is a heater
Yeah yeah this is a heater
I say this - I don't care who listens
I′m embarrassed to be part
Of the church of Jesus Christ tonight
Which is so totally radically different
From the New Testament
So impoverished! So blind! So powerless!
Every row I see in church is DEATH ROW –
They're dead in trespasses and in sin!
Our million-dollar crusades haven′t done anything!
Why in God's name do preachers need
Million-dollar homes, million-dollar swimming pools,
Million-dollar airplanes?
Today we want a painless Pentecost!
There isn't such a thing as a painless Pentecost!
