Speak to the Four winds

Declaration,
I'm desperate lord, for something grand
A place where Jesus can make a stand
With his Glory hovering like a flood
Filling up the atmosphere, opening deaf ears 
A rushing wind we shall soon hear
Just one breath at his command 
Oh Mighty winds from all four corners
Breathe life into these dry bones
Show us lord your glory and power
To speak breathe and life, to the dead
In these bones lies Gods Army
From their graves He will call the slain
And settle them in their own Land 
And display his Glory and Power
Restoration at his command 
becoming one in your hand
A mighty Army he has Planned, you'll see
To restore Hope back to the Land
And set the captive free
To but his spirit into the heart of man
In your presence Lord,  We shall stand
the place of Liberty