| Song | Spoke The Voice |
| Album | With Joyful Lips – R |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
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| Tags | Spoke The Voice |
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The Voice Resounds
Pounding The Earth
Trodden By Men And Monster
The Grass Leans To It, The Trees Bow To It
The Concerns Of Every Heart Foster
The Still Small Voice Of A God Who Is There
But In The Black Of Blindness We Forget The Call
The Whisper Of Volumes Covering The Earth
Finding Our Every Hiding Place
Offering Comfort
Appalled At The Rhythm
The Cadence Of The Voice
Come Back To Me
We Stand At The Gates Of Perdition’s Flame
Eyes Seared In The Wake, Tears Born From The Burning Ashes Of Those Before
And Through The Door We Would Blindly Stride
Save For The Rhythm Which Flows
Confide Only In The Melody Of That Voice Which Bids Come Back To Me
We Find A Man Of Like Demise
Propitiation Throws Him Within Our Sight
And Glances Like Daggers Proceed Whips Broken Upon His Back
The Voice He Has
The Cadence Wrapped In Limbs Like Ours
In Hands Which Grasp To Know What Only The Mind Can See
The God Who Is There
Spoke In Silent Steps Becoming One To The Road Of Suffering
Like The Hammers Which Would Drive The Nail
Broken By The Weight Of Love
The Dove Of Peace Descending To Lift Him Beyond Our Veil
Tempted And Tested And Entering The City As The King He Came To Be
Allowed Nothing
Pail Anemic Complexion Marred With Red Flesh
See The Man Who Would Be King
Left And Right In Trinidadian Form
Voices Choosing Their Destiny Amidst A Sea Of Roman Riot
One Voice Prevails
Hailing Like Thunder Upon The Annals Of Last Confessions
Unseen In Its Power But Spoken From The Cross, The Throne Of Zion
Forgive Them For They Know Not What They Do
In The Beginning Spoke The Voice The Words That Could Not Be Extinguished
Couched In Anguish, Soaked In Blood, Torn Asunder By The Leather Of Baal
Chained To Creation By Iron And Raised In Blasphemy Above Your Children
Ironic Bail From A Prison Of One’s Own Creation
And Even With No One At His Side To Hear His Voice
No One To Protect Or To Defend Him
The Darkness Could Not Fight The Voice
The Darkness Could Not Comprehend It
The Darkness Could Not Comprehend Him
In The End
His Voice Stands
Spoken Into Victory
Risen Into History
Proof Of True Love
Resolve Of Light In The Darkness
He Is Not Dead
Silent In The Graveyard Of Humanities Ambition
One Voice Among The Crowd Of Those Who Stood Out
His Voice Resounds As Sure As The Light Of Day Finds Every Seed
His Voice Tells Us He Is Risen
He Is Risen Indeed.
