listen to the power of the prophet  
he raises his crosier for his people      

there is a god in disrepair
showing us the way:
a path weaves through the desert

    a song sounds
    from the forge. I had to follow.
    I assembled my belongings
    and gave it to the loose sand
    all I did was
    to prepare

there is a mighty power on its way, beloved,
let me be your leader tonight