The song of the foundations

Title: The Song of the Foundations
(Verse 1)
In the stillness of the deep, before the dawn of time
The Master Architect began a melody sublime
He didn't whisper through the dark or struggle with the night
He simply breathed the holy phrase: "Let there be light!"
And as the golden rays broke through the canvas of the sky
The universe awakened with a brilliant, bold reply.
(Chorus)
When God spoke, "Let there be," it became!
Every star and every heartbeat knows His name
The morning stars are singing, the heavens start to ring
With the power of the Word and the joy that it brings
It’s a symphony of glory, a cosmic, holy sound
As the foundations of the earth are laid upon the ground!
(Verse 2)
He stretched the velvet curtains out and carved the ocean floor
By the breath of His own mouth, He set the sandy shore
Psalm thirty-three declares His word made every heavenly host
From the tallest mountain peak to the reaches of the coast
With Jesus as the Living Word and the Spirit as the Voice
The Great Composer called the world to stand up and rejoice.
(Verse 3)
Job heard the ancient question: "Tell me, where were you
When the morning stars sang out and the sky was bright and new?"
For when the pillars of the world were set within their place
The angels shouted loud for joy at such a work of grace
It wasn’t just a command given from a distant throne
But a song of pure delight that made His wonders known.
(Chorus)
When God spoke, "Let there be," it became!
Every star and every heartbeat knows His name
The morning stars are singing, the heavens start to ring
With the power of the Word and the joy that it brings
It’s a symphony of glory, a cosmic, holy sound
As the foundations of the earth are laid upon the ground!
(Verse 4)
Now that same creative song is echoing today
In the beauty of the sunrise and the words we hear Him say
The poetry of Genesis is written in our souls
The Maker of the music is the one who still controls
So lift your voice and join the ranks of angels in the sky
To the God who speaks in harmony and brings the dead to life!
(Outro)
He spoke... and it was so.
He sang... and life began to grow.
Oh, the joy! (The angels are shouting!)
Oh, the song! (The stars are still singing!)
When God spoke, "Let there be," it became.
Amen, amen!

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Title: The Song of the Foundations (Verse 1) In the stillness of the deep, before the dawn of time The Master Architect began a melody sublime He didn't whisper through the dark or struggle with the night He simply breathed the holy phrase: "Let there be light!" And as the golden rays broke through the canvas of the sky The universe awakened with a brilliant, bold reply. (Chorus) When God spoke, "Let there be," it became! Every star and every heartbeat knows His name The morning stars are singing, the heavens start to ring With the power of the Word and the joy that it brings It’s a symphony of glory, a cosmic, holy sound As the foundations of the earth are laid upon the ground! (Verse 2) He stretched the velvet curtains out and carved the ocean floor By the breath of His own mouth, He set the sandy shore Psalm thirty-three declares His word made every heavenly host From the tallest mountain peak to the reaches of the coast With Jesus as the Living Word and the Spirit as the Voice The Great Composer called the world to stand up and rejoice. (Verse 3) Job heard the ancient question: "Tell me, where were you When the morning stars sang out and the sky was bright and new?" For when the pillars of the world were set within their place The angels shouted loud for joy at such a work of grace It wasn’t just a command given from a distant throne But a song of pure delight that made His wonders known. (Chorus) When God spoke, "Let there be," it became! Every star and every heartbeat knows His name The morning stars are singing, the heavens start to ring With the power of the Word and the joy that it brings It’s a symphony of glory, a cosmic, holy sound As the foundations of the earth are laid upon the ground! (Verse 4) Now that same creative song is echoing today In the beauty of the sunrise and the words we hear Him say The poetry of Genesis is written in our souls The Maker of the music is the one who still controls So lift your voice and join the ranks of angels in the sky To the God who speaks in harmony and brings the dead to life! (Outro) He spoke... and it was so. He sang... and life began to grow. Oh, the joy! (The angels are shouting!) Oh, the song! (The stars are still singing!) When God spoke, "Let there be," it became. Amen, amen!

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