Profetiza

Among the praises dwells the king
Who has conquered and will always reign
In his mouth there is fire and power
That makes all death cease

That opens the graves
Valley of death, shadow of pain
Brings renewal and puts his spirit
Raises a people of his own

Who can stand against one anointed by God
Who advances in victories, climbing steps
Carries on his body the marks
Of the one the king wants to honor

Prophesy to the four corners resurrection
Prophesy to the valley of dry bones that life has come
Prophesy that darkness turns into light
It's time of honor
It's the feast of God's people