Ghost Stories

Ghost Stories
Something’s hovering
Out on those waves
The spirit started moving
Before the world was ever made
Burning bushes
Talking flames
The power of the paraclete
Is etched in every page
And if I were you
I’d lose those shoes ‘cause
God is in this place

Ghost stories
Holy Ghost stories
I’ve seen seas divided
Lions silenced
Dead men rise and live
Ohh
Ghost stories
Holy Ghost stories
Come anoint Your people
Fill this temple
Spirit move again
With your
Ghost stories
Holy Ghost stories
Holy Holy
Ghost stories
Spirit move again
Up that mountain
(Yeah)
I felt the weight
You came down lighter
With the glow of glory on my face
The skies split open
And the fire rained
The priests of bail went running
When that altar set ablaze
Ghost stories
Holy Ghost stories
I’ve seen seas divided
Lions silenced
Dead men rise and live
Ohh
Ghost stories
(Holy)
Holy Ghost stories
Come anoint Your people
Fill this temple
Spirit move again
With your
Ghost stories
(Holy)
Holy Ghost stories
Holy Holy
Ghost stories
Spirit move again

With your
Ghost stories
Holy
Holy
Ghost stories
Holy Holy
Ghost stories
Spirit move again
From a virgin’s womb
To the empty tomb
Your spirit’s always working
Your spirit’s always working
Like the tongues of fire
In the upper room
Your spirit’s always working
Your spirit’s always working
From a virgin’s womb
To the empty tomb
Your spirit’s always working
Your spirit’s always working
Like the tongues of fire
In the upper room
Your spirit’s always working
Your spirit’s always working
Ghost stories
Holy Ghost stories
I’ve seen seas divided
Lions silenced
Dead men rise and live
Ohh
Ghost stories
Holy Ghost stories
Come anoint Your people
Fill this temple
Spirit move again
With your
Ghost stories
Holy
Holy Ghost stories
Holy Holy
Ghost stories
Spirit move again

With your
Ghost stories
Holy
Holy
Ghost stories
Holy Holy
Ghost stories
Spirit move again
Ghost stories
Holy
Holy Ghost stories
Holy
Holy
Ghost stories
Spirit move again
En las olas, algo flota
El espíritu se movía
Antes que el mundo comenzara
Arbustos ardientes
Lenguas de fuego hablaban
El poder del Paráclito
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