Zambroa - Preserve Lyrics

Reaching back to Pentecost
Don't you know nothing was lost
The gates of hell did not seal
The truth

Maybe we are just in time
Baring burdens sacrifice
If I could holy up to it
I would

Christ will build his church
For he has bore her curse

Describe or prescribe
Maybe I can learn a thing
Holy unwhole
Unless my saviors song I sing

Thy will be done
All the time
Not just when I'm feeling fine
The heart of man is an inner noose

We will be the hands of Jesus