Final Voice

Heathens, how are you gathered against me once again
And yet this time it is still in vain
No weapons against me shall prosper
Your wicked deeds I shall defy
For I shall live and prophesy

CHORUS
I am the resurrection, I am the life
I am the resurrection
I shall raise the sleeping saints and shall not die

Lord, have Your way and bruise me
For it pleases You that I must die
That Your life may be glorified
Yet how my senses resist me
And I’m pressed out to the ground
Strengthen me to cast them down

Lord, how I feel You vibrating in my soul
And I know I’ll soon be out of this world
Let quickening power swallow up my mortality
For I must break these laws of gravity

“I Am The Resurrection”, Ulric Andrews