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.
