Let your glory fly   If my people will humbly pray   Turn from sin and their wicked ways   I will hear them and heal their land   And show my glory and power again   Lift your eyes up   Look to the sky   The Lord is coming, coming to America   Can you feel the fire   Can you see the wind   Blowing through   Coming to America again   Go and tell them the blind will see   The lame will walk and the slave is free   Shout the news that the lost are saved   In the name of Jesus the dead are raised      *from the album |The Noise We Make| *