About the Lord

The Lord gives, the Lord takes away. He is the gift for His saints. His Enemies tremble before Him. With His voice He descends upon them. Out of His mouth His sword comes forth.

His fire consumes His enemies. He thunders from Heaven as the sea before His throne worships Him. With one mighty praise, they exalt His name.

His saints are quenched in Heaven; In their sea, like thunder their voices resound, bearing up the Lord's promise. Reminded of the promise that the Lord avenges the lost.

His sword sleighs all of His enemies. Sharper then the mightiest, It's edge never dulling. He is the master smithy.

His saints give wings to His Word. Testifying of what He has done forever, the slain saints of the earth are forever remembered. Their cries never quenched for the generations.

The Lord shall act upon their requests. The earth shall tremble before the ascending of the Lord seated upon the praises of saints, never ending.

Their praise shall never be satisfied, for it is never ending and ever growing. Never in vain, but always ascending. Climbing ever higher to the ears of our Lord.

Hearing He delights with our praise. Like a father he sings over his people. They resound to the Lord and come together in one accord unto the Father's ears, ever increasing praises, each as differed as the one that came before it.