Singing

Singing from the rooftops for the glory of His name,
Shouting joys & jubilations at the top of our voice,
Dancing, rejoicing, with lips of adulation all for His glorious fame,
As He rides on His white stallion, amidst the sea of praising noise.
His robe dipped in blood, garments full with shining light, star of Zion
The King of every King, LORD of Lords, God's Son, the Perfect choice.

Son of David, in the days of old,
You rode humbly on a donkey as palm leaves and clothes covered your path,
Amongst the praises of your people, you set eyes for victory yet untold,
Lamb of God slain, redemption complete, satisfying Father's wrath,
Bearing every sin and shame, giving man hope so bold,
To live at your side, created to love you, a bride to be your match.

Now again, battling your foes and enemies, O Glorious One,
Conquering King of heaven and earth, blazing consuming fire,
As you ascend the city on a hill, singing we come, our Victor has won
Lion of Judah, Lord of Hosts, as the gates of Zion open, our hearts are set afire
For the King of Glory to come in, with His Holiness we still are undone,
Sitting on your throne you sing and ask your bride to arise and come.