[male
vocals] (
Heavy
drumming
rhythms,
deep
bass)
Yahusua
is
doing
great
things,
doing
great
things (
Echo:
doing
great
things)
Hear
the
heartbeat
of
the
rhythm
Yeah,
listen
now
Fear
came
whispering
in
the
dark
of
the
night
Asking
who
would
listen,
blocking
out
the
light
They
said
you’
re
too
old,
they
said
it’
s
far
too
late
Even
your
own
son
questioned,
sealing
up
your
fate
But
the
Most
High
speaks
when
the
world
says
hush
Through
the
chaos
and
the
noise,
through
the
worldly
rush
Yahusha
answered,
yeah,
the
truth
is
clear
It’
s
time
to
wash
away
the
doubt
and
the
fear
You’
re
not
a
lost
grain
scattered
on
the
ground
You’
re
pure
gold,
you’
re
the
harvest
to
be
found
Already
in
the
oven,
yeah,
you’
re
getting
baked
For
the
promise
that
the
spirit
has
surely
made
It’
s
not
too
late,
no,
the
fire
is
the
grace
Bread
that
heals
the
soul,
light
upon
your
face
Nanana,
nanana,
nanana,
nanana
Nanana,
nanana,
nanana,
nanana
Old
enough
to
be
the
wisdom
that
they
need
Young
at
heart,
planting
every
holy
seed
Grandpa
Star,
looking
back
from
the
throne
You’
re
never
walking
in
the
wilderness
alone
Speak
the
truth
so
my
son
won’
t
have
to
worry
Life
is
a
marathon,
we
don’
t
need
to
hurry
The
grain
is
being
ground,
the
dough
is
rising
high
Underneath
the
shelter
of
the
open
sky
You’
re
not
a
lost
grain
scattered
on
the
ground
You’
re
pure
gold,
you’
re
the
harvest
to
be
found
Already
in
the
oven,
yeah,
you’
re
getting
baked
For
the
promise
that
the
spirit
has
surely
made
It’
s
not
too
late,
no,
the
fire
is
the
grace
Bread
that
heals
the
soul,
light
upon
your
face
Nanana,
nanana,
nanana,
nanana
So
let
the
rhythm
carry
every
single
prayer
Rising
up
above
the
smoke
into
the
air
We
are
the
bread
for
the
hungry
and
the
weak
Finding
all
the
power
in
the
love
that
we
seek
Yeah,
we
rise,
we
rise
You’
re
not
a
lost
grain
scattered
on
the
ground
You’
re
pure
gold,
you’
re
the
harvest
to
be
found
Already
in
the
oven,
yeah,
you’
re
getting
baked
For
the
promise
that
the
spirit
has
surely
made
It’
s
not
too
late,
no,
the
fire
is
the
grace
Bread
that
heals
the
soul,
light
upon
your
face
Nanana,
nanana,
nanana,
nanana
It’
s
not
too
late
You’
re
the
bread
that
heals
Yahusua
is
doing
great
things (
Drumming
fades
slowly
into
the
distance)
Nanana,
nanana,
nanana,
nanana.