"THOUGHTS"
This generation evaporates, clinging to its identity
When will the faceless find a true voice?
Our identity is Christ, it is hidden in Him.
Hope and salvation pass by... we sing another song
'whispers' We are not another nine digit number.
The cross seems so foolish. How could blood posses worth?
To God we are not another nine digit number
We need to see our identity.
The prophets reveal a Holy heart- the testimony of Jesus
The generation Israel, it is more than a name.
All the angels cry out, ministering brokenness and hope...
to an evaporating generation, wasted on lies.
Why do we live like the smoke? Will we ever make a name?
We need to see our identity.
We are the deliverance people, bound to our identity
struggling with our own pride- some even failing.
May I be hidden in my identity, "I AM A SON!"
Blood is still of worth therefore I am not a number.
And I am no God, but the true God knows me.
I see my identity.
This generation... we need to see our identity.
We are deliverers,
Those called.
Our identity is Christ, hidden in Him.
We are His.
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