-from the Youth of the 24/7 Prayer Movement -
This man comes up to me and he says
what's the vision
what's the big idea
i open my mouth and the words come out like this
the vision is Jesus
dangerously obsessively undeniably Jesus
the vision is an army of young people
you see bones
i see an army
and they are free from materialism
they laugh at 9 to 5 little prisons
they could eat caviar on monday and crust on tuesday
they wouldn't even notice!!!!
they know the meaning of the Matrix
they write their address in pencil
they are mobile like the wind
they belong to the nations
they need no passport
they are free
yet they are slaves of the dirty
and hurting and dying
what is the vision?
the vision is holiness that hurts the eyes
it makes children laugh and adults angry
it gave up the game of minimum integrity long ago to reach for the stars
it scorns the good and strains for the best
it is dangerously pure
light flickers from every secret motive, every private conversation
it loves people away from their satan games, their suicide leaps
this is an army that will lay down their lives for the cause
a million times a day
its soldiers choose to lose that they might win the great
'well done faithful sons and daughters'
such heroes are as radical on Monday morning as they are on Sunday night
they don't need fame from names
instead they grin upwards and hear the heavenly crowd chanting again and again and again:
and this is the sound of the underground
the whisper of history in the making
revolutionaries dreaming once again
mystery is scheming in whispers
conspiracy is breathing
this is the sound of the underground
and the army is disciplined
young people who beat their bodies into submission
every soldier would take a bullet for the cause
for me to live is christ and to die is gain
sacrifice fuels the fire of victory
who can stop them
can hormones hold them back? can fear stop them? can failure succeed? can death kill them?
and the generation prays like a dying man
with tongues beyond talking
with warrior cries with sulfuric tears
whatever it takes
that they will give
shaking mediocrity from its cozy little hide
laying down their rights and their precious little wrongs
laughing at labels, fasting essentials!
the advertisers cannot mold them!
cannot hold them! Hollywood
peer pressure is powerless to shake their resolve!
will they surrender their IMAGE!!!!!!! or their popularity?
THEY WOULD SURRENDER THEIR LIVES!
They pray as if it ALL DEPENDS ON GOD!
And they LIVE as though it all depends on them.