These are My feasts, says the Lord: 
Holy convocations, 
And these must be experienced by us all, 
Each generation.

CHORUS:

These must be fulfilled in our lives,
To grow and to mature into the body of Christ:
To be His Bride.

Passover unto Unleavened Bread, become Firstfruits:
Then Pentecost with evidence of tongues, 
This belongs to you.
The Trumpet blows and you see who you are:
Atonement through deliverance, 
Heals the wounds and the scars,
Have you gotten that far?

To Tabernacle with a Holy God
We must be Holy.
And those that will be gathered round
His throne, are the meek and lowly.
A language pure and true He’ll give to you:
A body glorified, we need never die,
For we’re His Bride.

CHORUS:

These must be fulfilled in our lives,
To grow and to mature into the Body of Christ,
To be His Bride.

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To be His Bride.
To be the sons of oil,
The generation yet created,
The manifested sons of God.