Light the torches, blow the trumpets
We?re watchmen posted on the walls
Raise up a people who know Your voice
A people who will follow the cloud
Awaken our hearts
Awaken our hearts
We declare that?
This the Lord?s generation
The Lord?s generation
The Lord?s generation
Make us watchmen of compassion
And breathe on those slain so they may live
And we speak life to the desert land
And taking up our weapons, strong we stand!
You see dry bones, but we see an army!
You see dry bones, but we see an army!