[Verse 1]
They grew up in shadows nobody prayed for,
Kids with cracked hearts and unopened doors.
Scrolling through pain just to feel less alone,
Learning to fight every battle on their own.
But even in the silence where hope felt thin,
God was whispering, “Child, I’m not done with them.”
Every tear they hid, every night they broke,
He was shaping warriors from the ashes of smoke.
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[Chorus]
They say “lost”…
But God says “chosen.”
Saved for the final round, the last ones He’s holdin’.
You feel small…
But He knows ya.
You’re the closers of a story generations prayed over.
This generation…
Carries holy fire.
Same true God, but a higher choir.
They say “lost”…
But God says “chosen.”
You’re the answer to a promise the old saints were hopin’.
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[Verse 2]
They inherited wounds from a tired church,
Hand‑me‑down faith that still left them hurt.
But something inside them refused to die,
A spark that kept burning beneath every lie.
They don’t fit the mold, but they fit His plan,
He’s raising revival from the least of man.
Where religion said “no,” His mercy said “go,”
And the ones cast out are the ones He’ll show.
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[Chorus]
They say “lost”…
But God says “chosen.”
Saved for the final round, the last ones He’s holdin’.
You feel small…
But He knows ya.
You’re the closers of a story generations prayed over.
This generation…
Carries holy fire.
Same true God, but a higher choir.
They say “lost”…
But God says “chosen.”
You’re the answer to a promise the old saints were hopin’.
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[Bridge]
You’re the ones He hid in the quiet years,
The ones He trained through secret tears.
When the world said “broken,” He said “prepared,”
When they said “nobody,” He said “I’ve spared
My final flame for the end of days—
A generation that won’t bow, won’t fade.”
If you’re still breathing, then He’s still calling,
You’re the rising army the old walls are falling.
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[Final Chorus]
They say “lost”…
But God says “chosen.”
Saved for the final round, the last ones He’s holdin’.
You feel small…
But He knows ya.
You’re the closers of a story generations prayed over.
This generation…
Carries holy fire.
Same true God, but a louder choir.
They say “lost”…
But God says “chosen.”
You’re the final verse of a prayer Heaven’s been composing.
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