Psalm 47
Living and speaking the bible runs after me
Chasing with feet its hands hold onto me
Bondage of the will go ahead and get some handcuffs
Jesus every page, but the priests would stand up
And praise as wolf clothed as sheep worshiping the lamb
As theirs souls dammed to hell
The yell of the soul to reach a God who redeemed them
Reclaimed them
A remnant
Separate
Not hell bent
But relevant and
And real
Right doxology
needs right theology
An apology or the soul
Filling the whole with Christ
And life
Gods the mighty fortress
Pour this
Blood on your body as the body was shed
Wash in the water that’s living not dead
God help present
And God sent
So relent of the sin that boils and curdles
The help is Corporate and plural
The mural were painting is a refuge of strength
Feel your weakness let your back break
And ache from the pain of bearing it urself
When u know it’s not you, ur bible ain’t on ur shelf
Help we want but were on God waiting
He's sating our desire for help
He triumphs through us, mighty work working wonders
He thunders at the terror that terrifies us
Denies us as our eyes they realize in surprise the need of Jesus to die
No fear as the earth gives way and we say in reliance not defiance
The mountains bow down
At the sound
Of God walking on the ground
Everest Rainer Kilimanjaro
Gods right hand will kill you tomorrow
A wicked sinner save me a wretch
My sin so deep like the Mariana trench
Mariano better fetch the camera
As God hammers ya
With majesty and glory
Finishing the story
The city of God the holy habitation Gods team
Rivers of water flowing in glad streams
Bow on your knees and pray
And say what your heart feels
As your heart reels
And steals away your desire
Aspire for something greater not later but now
Present help somehow
Through Christ this round and always
Eyes always stay on the cross
And the loss he had and not us
The morning Dawn’s and He's there holding the curtain and veil
All people will hail Him as king
Sounds ring in rejoicing and nourishing power
The hour of help is the dawn
The wrong is unwronged
As the song is sung
And the victory bell wrung
Jesus dwells in the city of God in the midst of the people
The steeple
that’s pointing
anointing messiah
Reviler and sinner made clean and dwell
And lean and kneel
Bow and feel the Holy separation in the midst of God
Abba father god dwelling amongst
Singing so loud u cant feel your lungs
Or tongue
As the praise goes on
Its certain and real
Not how u feel
Exalted help
Revolted
Raging
Hating cage staging
Outside the gates of the city
The pity is the raging against the machines
Against the great things of the Holy one
Exalted one
No greater power
The hour is near
Dangers no fear
The heavenly host above
Angelic messengers of Love
We submit and know
Bow bringing our faces low
Don’t triffle and stifle the city of God endurance
Through the furnace
That’s been warned us
Is needed for survival and revival
Let goods and kindred go
This body mortal too
His kingdom too
For those saved, me and you
