I see the earth turning towards heaven
I see broken dreams coming to pass
I hear the sound of a celebration
As a lame man walks
Angels talk
I'm carrying the message
Of my risen Lord.
Speak to the mountains
And they will humble themselves
Nothing is impossible
Stand on the promise he made
With a heart full of faith
Nothing is impossible
Shine like a light in the dark
And the cities will turn
Nothing is impossible
Now is the hour to rise
With his power at hand
Nothing is impossible
We're living in revival...
Prophesy, prophesy, prophesy, prophesy
Prophesy to the dry bones

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