O Breakers Arise! (Micah 2-4)

The words were written by Brett Bowser The music and vocals are AI generated. LYRICS: Verse 1: Beware of shepherds who flatter and lie, They speak of peace, while the innocent die. They turn a blind eye while the battlefield roars, They sing of God's goodness while judgment’s at the door. They trust in man’s wisdom, and diminish the Word, The Blind lead the blind into fire and the sword. Their altars are hollow, their voices are vain, I'm exposing their shame, The Lord says it plain. Chorus: O breakers! O breakers arise! Cry unto God, "Deliver us now!" We break through the gates with the Lord as our crown, A grace and power on our battle-scarred brows, We break from religion, and systems that bind, From worldly wisdom that darkens the mind. And the remnant will follow with faith in the Lord, The path will be cleared and their hope be restored. Verse 2: Now gather, O nations, gather and scheme— But you do not know the Lord’s great dream. For He gathers you like sheaves to the floor, To thresh you beneath the feet of the poor. Your idols will crumble, your altars will fall, Your stolen wealth returned to those seemingly small. The daughters of Zion will trample your pride, To thresh you with justice and turn the tide. Chorus: O breakers! O breakers arise! Cry unto God, "Deliver us now!" We break through the gates with the Lord as our crown, a grace and power on our battle-scarred brows, we break from religion, and systems that bind, From worldly wisdom that darkens the mind. And the remnant will follow with faith in the Lord, The path will be cleared and their hope be restored. Bridge: Breakers decree it — a brand‑new day! The word on our path — He lightens our way! The Kingdom is coming — dominion restored! And Zion stands mighty — Jesus is Lord! Our God is working — making all things new! The womb's open wide — and we’re birthing it through! Chorus: O breakers! O breakers arise! Cry unto God, "Deliver us now!" We break through the gates with the Lord as our crown, A grace and power on our battle-scarred brows, we break from religion, and systems that bind, From worldly wisdom that darkens the mind. And the remnant will follow with faith in the Lord, The path will be cleared and their hope be restored. Final Tag: Your King is on the throne. You do not walk alone. O breakers arise! O breakers arise! O breakers arise! Spoken Word: As it is written by the prophets, We will beat our swords into plowshares, And build what the Lord defends. We will rest in our Goshen, Where the weary are healed and restored. The rejected, the wounded, the cast‑off ones Will rule with a rod of iron from the Lord. For the Lord will consecrate His remnant, With prosperity that endures. He will strengthen the horn of His people— And the Kingdom is forever yours.