We need wisdom, we need power
And true love for each other;
We have had so many big but empty words.
So we come before your face,
Asking for your grace:
Bring your people to a state of kingdom light
Restore your bride again.
Touch your people once again
With your precious holy hand, I pray;
Let your kingdom shine upon this earth,
Through a wondrous glorious bride.
Not for temporary deeds,
But to restore authority and power;
Let a rushing mighty wind blow,
Touch your people once again.
Lord you see the tired servants,
And the broken wounded soldiers;
Oh, how much we need your precious holy hand.
We need the power of the cross
As the only source for us;
When we stand up facing final battle cry:
Restore your bride again.