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Brooke Poindexter - Narrative Heirs Lyrics

Do you know who you really are?

Your story didn't begin when the millennium turned
Yours is an ancient lineage, a fire that's burned
From tents to tabernacles, prison cells and shackles
Cracks in the world system spreading like fractals
Following bright desert clouds and fire-pillar-shine
You've been grafted into the greatest story of all time

A wandering tribe, born of Abraham and Sarah
Whose faith burst the bounds unleashing a new era
Of poets and missionaries, and martyrs and saints
24-7 prayer pilgrims whose strength was perfected in weakness
From cell blocks to streets
This story it reaches, and reaches, and reaches

This is your story, you're the narrative heirs
Born to innovate and activate the glory that was theirs
Now held in your hands, bound up in your feet
Your people walk on water and make blind eyes see
Laws of nature get defied, loaves of bread are multiplied
Worship that brings down walls… this is your tribe

Bold breakers of addiction, healers of disease
They send demons running with the hope that they breathe
From the fire in their bones, the desire in their blood
To be a blessing to the nations, a sacrifice for love
Ready to advance whenever He says go
All creation full of groans like it's ready to explode
You were made for this moment, readied for this release
You've got the heavenly city up on the edge of their seats
The whole host of heaven, waiting with bated breath
Wondering with every fiber, "What's going to happen next?!"
And they're all shouting, "Come on! The time is now
Tell the story, let it out!"