Every Era

One day we stand before you Lord; there with palm branches in hand, clothed in white robes. A mighty song voicing your praise, from the mouths of every culture, nation and tongue. Musicians join the congregation as the King takes the stage And every knee will bow and tongue confess a new song of praise An orchestra composed of worshippers from every era One day I stand before You Lord, the One who made my faith and in that day will make it complete I take the crown off of my brow and kneel before the One who wore a crown of thorns for my soul Musicians join the congregation as the King takes the stage And every knee will bow and tongue confess a new song of praise An orchestra composed of worshippers from every era Holy. Holy. Holy is the Lord God Almighty Who was and Who is, yes the Lord, He will always be here