I'm calling you out. Is there anyone out there that even cares about what's happening in these streets of ours? Your brothers are dying and our sisters are crying, but you sit there folding your hands like you would fold chairs. Will anyone rise-will anyone fight-or are we destined to die and agonize? Can our voice be heard-will our voice be heard? You look around, everything is burning. More and more the Father's heart is turning away from us. "In God we trust" is a mockery from lust. God's heart is drifting away from us and all that's settled. All that's settled is the dust. Return to the Father's heart again. God hear my scream, let my prayer hit your ears. I will fast and pray Lord till your spirit reappears here. I called a fire from the sky to burn the chaff and compromise so that this war may be won-return God's hear to his sons. Our blood is racing and our hearts are gripped. We won't back down now and we will never quit. We will keep on pressing till we see His face. There's no stopping us now until we finish this race.