From Glory to Glory, You call Your sons, as brothers of love.
And we are branches and fruit of the same vine.
Strands wound into the same twine.
That is in turn woven into, a tapestry of Grand design.
Twinkling stars in an infinite sky.
Build Your Kingdom, with our flickering light.
Your majesty displayed in bruised reeds and smoldering wicks.
Twine frayed by wandering and brokenness!
Tears and perfume wet the mortar for more than bricks!
Living stones unaltered man so that no one can boast
And that no one can stand.
Instead laying life down one for the other.
In joyful submission cause we're building, a body, a bride, an altar.
In joyful submission we're laying life down one for the other.
Cause we're building, a Body, a Bride, an Altar!!
A Body, a Bride, an Altar!!
Waiting for the Lamb who will cover the frame.
And Unbind Isaac with passovers stain.
And beckon the dove gripping greeneries promise,
To descend and envelop with Flame.
And it crushes the head of serpents with cornerstone weight.
And draws back the woven leaf veil that covers my face.
And splits wide the stone and prisons with earth's violent shake.
And its igniting the torches that lead to the wedding feast.
Its raising up, a nation of priest.
And is giving word to Fishermen's tough.
Burning like a father's love, Just Like a Father's Love.
Eye's strained for the sight of a returning prodigal son.
(We are all prodigal daughters and sons.)
For the Word that was and is and will be to come.
Shakes the mountains with nature's glorious song.
Shaking the mountains with nature's glorious song.
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