Make way, make way
In the desert, make way
In your desert hearts, make way
Prepare the way, make straight the path
For the Righteous King is here
Prepare your hearts
Your sullied hearts
Present your hearts; He comes with flame
To burn right through our sullied hearts;
Who can stand before His flame?
The one who trusts in Him can stand
The one who bows low He lifts up
The one who looks out to the hills
To see our coming Righteousness:
He can stand, pure from the flame
The wilderness He will restore
Our broken bones He will heal
Our tarnished souls He will redeem
Purifying what’s corrupted
Buying back what’s stolen
In the desert He makes way
In our desert hearts He makes
Clean from His pure fire our hearts;
In the desert’s sands
Make way.
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