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