Swing Low, Sweet Chariot… I was called from the mountains Given a message so I start soundin’ Wrapped in a mantle, you can’t handle it When a rogue starts announcin’ it But the fire’s about to fall! Hear Heaven’s call! I’m bringin’ reformation A spark in every nation Callin’ a return to God’s foundation Tearin’ down the idols, bringing salvation We’ll see God’s Holy commands in the heart of every man so I will stand And Having done all to stand! Yeah I been fighting Jezebel And all the prophets of Baal Sometimes I fight myself But there’s one thing I can’t help Yeah something I got to tell Got to save a soul from hell There’s a mantle on my soul And fire in my bones till chariots swing low And carry me home… I’m on the streets, yeah I gotta preach to all the wandering sheep with no shepherd, do you even care about ‘em? Demons manifesting’ wanting to call the cops on me. It’s okay cause I’m resting in the one who sets captives free. These signs shall follow the ones who believe. Witches cursing me. Feet shod with the gospel of peace. Fire’s gonna fall on the broken and we’ll feed those in need. Yeah I been fighting Jezebel And all the prophets of Baal Sometimes I fight myself But there’s one thing I can’t help Yeah something I got to tell Got to save a soul from hell There’s a mantle on my soul And fire in my bones So I’ll fight till chariots swing low And carry me home… Carry me home. You got spirits in the church running a production show. It’s sensational. I don’t like being confrontational. But here I go! that stage ain’t an altar, the church is the people, yeah we’re all a priesthood, you sposed to equip us, raise up disciples, so they can preach the Bible, you got spectators instead of participators, boarding up the gifted, hoarding up the greed Not giving them commission, not distributing as each has need. I’ll have em singing about the covenant while I take your blows of judgment Yeah I been fighting Jezebel And all the prophets of Baal Sometimes I fight myself But there’s one thing I can’t help Yeah something I got to tell Got to save a soul from hell There’s a mantle on my soul And fire in my bones till chariots swing low And carry me home… It ain’t about me it’s about the next generation No ordination but apostolic continuity Keeping their legacy Anointed with the oil of gladness Someone fight the madness Yeah I’m looking for Elisha’s Jehu’s gonna tear down idols Wage war for revival Ain’t worried about their survival They ain’t built for titles Not to Lord over God’s peeps But enable them to go out and preach If you love me feed my sheep Don’t neglect those in need The water’s about to divide yeah Where is the God of Elijah? Earth shakers Chain breakers Ground takers Disciple makers Yeah Take out Jezebel (Take her out!) You will be fighting Jezebel And all the prophets of Baal Sometimes you’ll fight yourself But there’s one thing you can’t help There’s something you got to tell Got to save a soul from hell There’s a mantle on your soul And fire in your bones till chariots swing low And carry us home… Swing low Swing low Swing low Sweet Chariot Comin for to carry me home… Comin for to carry me home. You will be fighting Jezebel And all the prophets of Baal Sometimes you’ll fight yourself But there’s one thing you can’t help There’s something you got to tell Got to save a soul from hell There’s a mantle on your soul And fire in your bones till chariots swing low And carry us home…
