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Pour It Out, Lord

Intro

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Verse 1

If grace is the gospel that gets me in,

Anointing's the gospel that gets on my skin.

Not a theory that sits in a pew looking wise,

You're a weight in the room with the fire in Your eyes.

You don't shout to be heard, and You don't come to blame;

You call me beloved, then You call me by name.

Pre-Chorus

When Your love falls, the fire does not ask;

It falls on the hungry, the hidden, the half.

You loosen the jaw I had locked on control;

You oil the stiff hinge of my half-open soul,

Till the door gives.

Chorus

Pour it, Lord; don't drizzle, don't ration, don't tease;

Let the oil find the wound and Your fire bring me to my knees.

Let it run past the crown of my borrowed high ground;

Let the Spirit be liquid; let the Father be found.

Post-Chorus

Break what needs breaking; I've held it too long:

The jar and the pride and the grip and the wrong.

I've had drops, and the drops were never enough;

I've tasted the drought; now I'm asking for the flood.

Whatever it costs me, whatever it takes,

Don't stop at my head; go down to the ache.

Then send me out dripping; don't send me out dry,

With oil on my feet and Your fire in my eyes.

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Verse 2

There's a lock in my chest; let it give way to a sob;

Let it break like a dam that I built against God.

Get me out of my way; I have bolted each door;

Come in like a flood; I don't want the lock anymore.

Break the judgment of man till it's washed from my skin;

Let Your fire come soft, and still burn its way in.

Chorus

Pour it, Lord; don't drizzle, don't ration, don't tease;

Let the oil find the wound and Your fire bring me to my knees.

Let it run past the crown of my borrowed high ground;

Let the Spirit be liquid; let the Father be found.

Post-Chorus

Break what needs breaking; I've held it too long:

The jar and the pride and the grip and the wrong.

I've had drops, and the drops were never enough;

I've tasted the drought; now I'm asking for the flood.

Whatever it costs me, whatever it takes,

Don't stop at my head; go down to the ache.

Then send me out dripping; don't send me out dry,

With oil on my feet and Your fire in my eyes.

Ooh-ooh-ooh… ooh-ooh

Verse 3

David got oil, and he danced without shame;

The Spirit rushed in, and it burned like a flame.

Elijah drenched the altar; still the fire came through;

It licked up the water and consumed the stones too.

Elisha asked for double as the chariot flew;

When he picked up the mantle, the Jordan split in two.

Jeremiah tried to hush it, but it burned in his bones,

A fire shut up that would not leave him alone.

Same oil. Same fire.

Isaiah stood up with a mouth full of flame:

"The Spirit is on me; He anointed my name

To preach to the poor and to open the cell,

To tell the brokenhearted that all shall be well."

So fall on me like You fell on them then.

Same oil. Same fire. Same mercy. Amen.

Chorus

Pour it, Lord; don't drizzle, don't ration, don't tease;

Let the oil find the wound and Your fire bring me to my knees.

Let it run past the crown of my borrowed high ground;

Let the Spirit be liquid; let the Father be found.

Post-Chorus

Break what needs breaking; I've held it too long:

The jar and the pride and the grip and the wrong.

I've had drops, and the drops were never enough;

I've tasted the drought; now I'm asking for the flood.

Whatever it costs me, whatever it takes,

Don't stop at my head; go down to the ache.

Then send me out dripping; don't send me out dry,

With oil on my feet and Your fire in my eyes.

Ooh-ooh-ooh… ooh-ooh

Bridge 1

My heart was a grave, but Your mercy has voltage;

One current from heaven, and the garden came open.

Unlearned hallelujah that grammar can't hold,

A stutter of glory more honest than gold.

Baptize me, Lord, till the Jordan gets jealous,

The heavens tear open, and the water can't hold us.

So I stay in the pouring; I stay in the heat;

Let Liquid Love finish what words can't complete.

Bridge 2

No more of the little I kept in control;

I don't want to be half; I want to be whole.

The Bride lifted her eyes for the coming Bridegroom;

Not a taste, not a portion, she waited to be consumed.

Like a rose that was closed and had never known bloom,

Heaven broke the seal, and it spilled like perfume.

Outro

Pour it out, pour it out, pour it out on all flesh;

Your anointing is power; break the judgment of man.

Cleansed in the fire that burns off the shame,

I lay down the armor I forged in my pain.

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