His singing is powerful, majestic and full of joy

Pleasure runs in his veins that cannot cloy

The lips that praise the lungs that breathe

Words to heaven wing their sounds to weave

A hymn of glory to the King of all kings

The Black King who has conquered all things

By the words of His joyous song sung the first day

Over creations inception and birth lights ray

Of the worlds we see and those we don’t

The singing never ends in infinity’s powerful throat.

The script is clear, we read it in stars 

God’s condescension and glorious powers

That made the music, the song and the singer

To make the world above greater and cleaner

With the provision of the judges at the end of time

When the song will reach its climax so sublime.