Chorus:
This is my Word, my Word that does not change
Yesterday, today...forever.
A promise is spoken, that spans across the pages
Filling every moment, resounding through the ages.
From the days of old, to tomorrow's morning dawn
I feel a continual rhythm, I can hear an ancient song.
This promise of the Most High, is filling all the spaces.
He resurrects the body, His light is on their faces.
The covenenant of promise connecting generations
The commitment of the Father establishing a nation.