Based on Luke 8: 42b-48
Forty-four thousand in need of His touch
Surely the multitude would prove too much.
How could I reach Him through the crowd?
I couldn't call; they were much too loud.
I couldn't text Him so He'd sit with me.
Yet I needed His presence to truly be free.
Forty-four thousand inside the Dome
A place God had come to dwell in as Home--
Could all of us feel Him? Could all of us know
His heart for us? Could He stop our blood flow?
We worshiped and called Him, we asked for His grace
Until suddenly we realized--His robe filled that place!
We all saw Him sitting on a throne--exalted,
Willing to heal the oppressed and assaulted.
He was there in His power as His glory descended,
Willing to make the broken hearts mended.
He was there in His love; his robes invited
Every soul to come, be refreshed and ignited.
And in our healing He rejoiced, delighted.
Forty-four thousand who've felt His power
Who no longer have a reason to cower,
We'll go in peace as Jesus told us,
Knowing His everlasting arms infold us.
We cannot consume Him, no matter how many
Reach out, but He can consume us plenty.
We're going out boldly to proclaim His name,
To do something now for His glory and fame.
For His glory we'll be the voice outspoken
To free the bruised, the battered, the broken.
We don't have to worry about the mocking from "them."
He'll be our renewal; we cling to His hem.
We're not ashamed of the One Who saved us!
Indifference and apathy no more enslave us.
"Jesus" will be our proclamation
To our country and every foreign nation.
We are the Lord's generation!
