Watch and wait for God's hymn.

The tabernacle of expectation and praise, the humble son of Jesus, pour out my heart, Jesus is my only passion. It was cold, and the army of the Fire River won, waiting silently and burning the bride. The soldiers held torches and watched with confidence. One day in thousands of years, the bride's songs came up from the wilderness, the harp and the stove, the yearning for the Father God in the fire, the well water gushed out, and the spirit of prayer revived.