Your church, it stands tall, shining
You walk through us, refining
With your name etched on our heart,
A bride prepared and set apart,
We will see your Spirit move, your Spirit move
You hold the stars in your hand x2
We will, bow down in worship
You have conquered the grave
As the stars bring forth the dawn
Midnight gone, the day is born
A crown of gold from a crown of thorns, a crown of thorns
You have the scars in your hand x2
No more in condemnation
You are our revelation
You are the Star in our eyes
The years in preparation
End with a great sensation
Your name will light up the skies