Sermon - Festival Lyrics

The crowd sung
and they rejoiced
as the saviour suffered without choice
step through wanderer
Open our door,
Grace the hall,
It's the whitest

THEY saw the walls
Come crashing down
They clap their hands and clap their hands
And weave their hands
THEY saw the white
Come tearing through
From the catcher
In the burning sky

The swarm fell,
Down to the few
As one glided,
Blindly through
His voice resounds
Through the hall
As the wanderer
gazed into the fall

The crowd sung
and they rejoiced
as the saviour suffered without choice
step through wanderer
Open our door,
Grace the hall,
It's the whitest

THEY saw the walls
Come crashing down
They clap their hands and clap their hands
And weave their hands
THEY saw the white
Come tearing through
From the catcher
In the burning SKY

They clap their hands, clap their hands
They weave their hands, weave their hands
They clap their hands, clap their hands
As the catcher,
Gives you his wings

They clap their hands, clap their hands
They weave their hands, weave their hands
They clap their hands, clap their hands
As the catcher,
Gives you his wings