Oh sovereign God, Oh matchless King The saints adore, the angels sing And fall before the throne of grace To You belongs the highest praise These sufferings
Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition And we'll all stay free Praise
If I were a drummer, I would use my cymbal If I were a writer, I would use a pencil I would use my voice, if I were a singer No matter who or what we
I fear that we'll miss Thy miracles of bliss Or that we'll misinterpret Thy meaning of Christmas How obvious can You be? We're too worldly to see How
I knew the times would come And now the times have landed with stinging abrasion As ready as I seem to be It's never like I planned it yeah I'm wrestlin
If you don't believe In the existence of evil you have a lot to learn Praise your fears
One by one, the young will fall, indoctrinating process growing Some too weak to fight at all, who controls their future? God above or God below, questions
It?s in the way we walk the way we talk The way we do things from the heart When we?re being who we really are That?s the way we?re praising the lord
O sov'reign God, O matchless King- the saints adore, the angels sing and fall before the throne on grace to you belongs the highest praise. These sufferings
Come lay it down, wont you, Come burn it down, cant you, Lay it down, the guns above the ground Come lay it down, wont you, Come burn it down, cant you
One by one, the young will fall, indoctrinating process growing. Some too weak to fight at all, who controls their future? God above, or God below, questions
Livin', Lovin', Rock-n-Rollin' Prayin', Playin', Stop complainin' Praise the Lord Praise the Lord Show me how to live this life, Standin' tall and walkin
[Verse 1:] (Come on and) praise the Lord with me, Praise the Lord with me. (Come on and) praise the Lord with me, Praise the Lord with me. [Chorus:]
If I were a drummer, I would use my cymbal If I were a writer, I would use a pencil I would use my voice, if I were a singer No matter who or what
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