Fresh waters of November
stirred into a turmoil
Ears shielded from deafening roar
terrible gales upon their surface
Face seared from burning heat
consuming flames extend past the horizon
Wave after wave after wave come crashing
each rolling ridge higher than others before
Whirlwind and fires lift me high above
molten red rivers of revival
Swiftly flowing past every village and town
sparks igniting fields and forests
In the midst of this shaking a strong voice
declaring - I am Righteous and True
From smoke rising up both day and night
come low groans and mighty shouts
Emerging from swirling haze the young armies
fearless, bold, earth shaking beneath them
Awake! Awake! you inland seas
now is the day you will give up your dead
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