There’s a kind of Glory that falls
Where shackles are then unbound
Where professionalism is lost
And men no longer proud
Where one may lay prostrate
While others with lifted hands
No program…no routine
When Glory falls on man.

There’s a Kind of Glory that falls
We seem in the church to have lost
For pray we ask Him to come
But shut the door to His tongue.
A Glory that heals the sick
And quickens a penitent heart
Bringing a holy hush
Where weeping leaves lasting marks.

There is a kind of Glory
Not new but old and wise
The Glory Moses knew
And Pharisees despised
A Glory where God Himself
Comes low to then abide
Yes, when the Glory Falls
We’ll hear some desperate cries.

Yet if we lack in power
Perhaps its unbelief?
For lips are moving much
But hearts are far from He.
Dare ask revival to come?
We must surrender walls
To put away the fear
And let His Glory fall.

January 2, 2017