The Lord, our God

Has risen from the dead.

The Lord, our God

Has decided to bless our heads.

He has risen up

High above.

Where the heights were in the descension

Of the dove.

Give your praise

And give your glory.

To the Creator

Of our story.

So violently we were cast out

But the Shepard has let us in.

So glory to the King,

Sing it out again.

We give our back into a bow

And our lives to Him.

Willingly we ever so love Him.

He never demands foolish whims.

He is adored and lovely,

His Grace is above all else.


And more powerful in my life than myself.