Desciende
Melquisedec Alvarenga
Descend
If your glory comes here, my eyes will be opened
If your glory comes here, I will be healed
If your glory comes here, I’ll never be the same
If your glory comes here, my wounds will be healed
I want more of you, I want more of you
Today I confess that in this place
Descend, descend your glory
Like a fire, a fire that purifies me today
Descend, oil from heaven
Oil that today, has healed my wounds
