Let Him Reign


Here comes the storm again
With the mighty power of its surging rain.
Here comes the rushing wind
Are you ready for that final day?
Look out your window now
See the awesome power of our Gods reign.
Here comes the hard truth boy
Will you see him on that final day?

The wind rushes through my hair and courses through my veins.
The smell slams me in the face and pushes me to the insane.
It's the power of the judgment, the fire of the holy one.
It's the revival fire sweeping, sent by his dearest son.

Judgment fall upon the earth
The blessed rise and fall the cursed.
Wonders and glory fall upon his sons
The tale of the end has only just begun.
Dreams and visions flow so free
Upon this threadbare tapestry.
And so the end has thus begun
Revival and judgment are together spun.

The wind rushes through my hair and courses through my veins.
The smell slams me in the face and pushes me to the insane.
It's the power of the judgment, the fire of the holy one.
It's the revival fire sweeping, sent by his dearest son.


Copyright 2003 by pauly hart