Derrama Shekinah (part. Lázaro)

When the Lord's people are praising, worshiping, exalting, God opens the heavens
And he makes his glory fall upon his people, a shower of victory with the taste of honey
Whoever passes by stops, looks, asks
Oh my God, what joy is it, Essaû?
The more people praise and glorify, the anointing intensifies, it becomes a party, a party

It really feels like we've gone back in time
Stopped at that moment
In which Solomon raised his hands to the sky
And I loved it
The Lord manifested over the multitude
Going back in real time we feel that the Lord is present here in this place
If we raise our hands to the sky and worship our God
He will spill

It's gonna spill, it's gonna spill, it's gonna spill
It will spill, it will spill the Shekinah

Spill, spill, spill, spill
Pour, pour, pour, Jehovah
Spill, spill, spill, spill
Pour, pour, pour Shekinah

Jacob saw in the vision a ladder that connected Earth to heaven
What a beautiful thing!
And on that ladder he contemplated angels who were descending and ascending there
I feel that there are angels here too and they are flying over this crowd
They are looking at who is glorifying, a vessel that is overflowing with anointing, anointing

The Bible says that the prophet Isaiah also saw one day the Sublime Throne
And the Lord sat upon him
Angels glorified him, praised his name, saying
Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord, the eternal God
It was Glory everywhere
If we raise our hands to the sky and worship our God, he will pour out

In the rhythm of the band, in the chord of the song
In the step of the compass, in the beating of the heart
In the glorification of Jehovah's name
God will open the heavens and pour out the Shekinah
In the rhythm of the band, in the chord of the song
In the step of the compass, in the beating of the heart
In the glorification of Jehovah's name
God will open the heavens and pour out the Shekinah

Pour out the Shekinah of God