You are King

 

I see the heavens open, I see the glory fall down.

I see the Savior is coming out of the clouds.

I hear the trumpet blowing, I hear the oceans roaring.

I hear the rocks are crying, praise to my Lord.

 

They praise the Lord of the sky.   They lift their voices on high.

Ain’t nothin gonna stop ‘em.  They’ll climb the Holy Mountain,

and lift their hands as they cry.  You are King!

 

I see the people rejoicing, their in the river of love.

Their sins are washed away by the power of His blood.

I hear the angels singing, Holy choirs with anthems ringing.

I hear the heavenly host proclaim you are King.

 

They praise the Lord of the sky.   They lift their voices on high.

Ain’t nothin gonna stop ‘em.  They’ll climb the Holy Mountain,

and lift their hands as they cry.  You are King!

 

I see in your eyes, you to look right through my soul.

I reached out my hand, and I touched the hem of your robe,

And felt the power as you flooded my soul, You are King

 

Do you see the heavens open, do you see the glory fall down?

Do you see Jesus coming out of the clouds?

Do you hear the trumpet blowing, do you hear the oceans roaring?

Do you hear the rocks are crying, praise to my Lord?

 

Let’s praise the Lord of the sky.   Come on lift your voices on high.

Ain’t nothin gonna stop us, we’ll climb the Holy mountain,

and lift our hands as we cry.                You are King!