its different standing right there in the altar call and hearing the pillars shouting the similar cry that Pst Lia had. here we are, the 13, 14, 15 years old. we've all got nothing but just only our 5 loaves and 2 fish.
we've all got nothing, nothing at all but a heart. a simple heart.

no, we're not extraordinary. we're just the ordinary writing history.
we'll do the work, grind whatever it takes, sweat whatever it takes and bleed whatever it takes.
only because this is our generation and nothing stops us from claiming it.

God has plans for us only He knows. eyes have not seen and ears have not heard..

in my generation.. we'll move mountains by a word of faith.
in my generation.. goliaths are taken down by pebbles slung by boys.
in my generation.. seas are parted with raised staffs.
in my generation.. healings are granted with a touch on the garment.

Zone F.
this is our generation.
this is our cause.