Running through
The rooms
Of my darkened
Mind, turning
The lights on.
He tears
Down each
Stronghold,
No sin
Is safe.
A victory
Lap, like a
Chariot of
Fire, victory
After flaming
Victory.
The Old Spirit
Running through
The rooms
Of my darkened
Mind, turning
The lights on.
He tears
Down each
Stronghold,
No sin
Is safe.
A victory
Lap, like a
Chariot of
Fire, victory
After flaming
Victory.
A Different Kind Of Speaking 