A seed sown in darkness of the abyss
Grew, sprouted its leaves and blossomed;
Flowers facing the sun—
Who would've thought I'd turn into a tree?
Roots deeply buried, I'm a vintage green;
From ashes to beauty,
From darkness to light;
I am healed, I am revived!
Awakening, expanding, ascending...
My vines are reaching the heights;
Wings breaking free from chains of bondage,
Waking up from a comatosed state;
My true destiny forgotten in witchcraft,
Covered in the black veils of sin and curse;
Door opened, light has broken in;
Rainbow smiling upon me.
I am flying, flying away!
My soul sees God's face one more time
And I shall see forever and ever;
Survived the blazing fires of hell,
My spirit's rising to the rhythm of my heart's song;
The notes of music are dancing in the air
At the sight of my Savior lover.
The fruits are ripe, the linen smooth and white;
Lie in wait and look up, time is little;
The feast is bountiful, reap the harvest,
O angels of God, strong and mighty;
Sound the alarm, blow the trumpets!
Your babes are coming home, Abba,
Your babes are coming home;
Revival to your whole house;
The harvest is here,
The harvest is ready!