Breathe On Me (feat. Bryn Waddell)

On the sixth day man Formed and fashioned in Your hand In Your image created In the likeness of Thee In Your presence lay The faithful potter's clay With every part of Adam's being He was crying and pleading Saying Lord, breathe on me Breathe on me Fill this place With the breath of heaven Oh, breathe on me With the breath... And when the day of Pentecost Was fully come They were all with one accord Gathered in the upper room And in Your presence lay The faithful potter's clay With every part of their being They were crying and pleading Breathe on me Breathe on me Fill this place With the breath of heaven Breathe on me Breathe on me Fill this place With the breath of heaven And as it was at Pentecost And on the sixth day We are all in one accord And we are gathered in one place And in Your presence lay You're the potter, we're the clay And every part of our being Is crying and pleading Breathe on me Breathe on me Fill this place With the breath of heaven Breathe on me Breathe on me Fill this place With the breath of heaven Rain on me Rain on me Fill this place With the rain of heaven Rain on me Rain on me Fill this place With the rain of heaven Burn in me Burn in me Fill this place With the fire of heaven Burn in me Burn in me Fill this place With the fire of heaven Send the fire Send the fire Send the fire Send the fire Burn in me Burn in me Fill this place With the fire of heaven Burn in me Burn in me Fill this place With the fire of heaven Burn in me Burn in me Fill this place With the fire