Everybody wants revival
Asking God to move in power
Speeding up the snails pace progress
Wanting weed to turn to flower
He must wring His hands in anguish
Why do they keep wanting more
I have given all that’s needed
Heal the sick and feed the poor.
We’re equipped for any venture
Have the power of Christ inside
While the fields are ripe for harvest
We would rather pray and hide
If we want to see revival
It must start with you and me
Leave our churchy cliques of comfort
Be the ones we’re meant to be.
