Our God is calling, for the time he comes is near, when he will rule throughout the land,
Then the confusion in your head will soon be clear, as the you see the light shining down on men.
Whoa, the heavens are calling, oh,
So give glory to the king.
Everyone shall see him open up the clouds, even those who pierced his name,
Then all the people of the Earth shall mourn, because they'll see that he is the one.
Whoa, the heavens are calling, oh,
So give glory to the king.
Won't you join, us all you people?
Behold he's coming from above; Father's wrath upon his hands,
All the kings shall bow and all authority shall fall,
For it is said that your worldly possessions shall fade away,
But, in his kingdom, what you'll have is here to stay,
See the light shine on the shadows of the world,
Seven scrolls of wrath upon this land forevermore.
Our God is calling, for the time he comes is near, when he will rule throughout the land,
Then the confusion in your head will soon be clear, as the you see the light shining down on men.
Whoa, the heavens are calling, oh,
So give glory to the king.
