Rise of the Victorious
You give me my every breath
Yet I cling to what is left
A lump of clay lacks the vision
to question the Master's decisions
You alone sit on the throne
You alone are my King.
Your promises are enough
to keep me when the going's tough
Why should I bow my head
to a foe that is already as good as dead.
As you were with Moses
so You shall be with me
No man can withstand
The might of your hand
Unfurled at Calvary.
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