Praise Is A Weapon

My praise is a weapon

That breaks off oppression

My song is an anthem

That moves all of heaven

If my God is for me

Than who can be against me

If my God is for me

You are the giant-slaying, mountain-moving God

You are the grave-shaking, dead-raising one

With a sling and a rock, we can’t be stopped

With the blood of a Son, we have overcome

You are the giant-slaying, mountain-moving God

He is who He says he is,

He’s not a liar, he’s not a liar

I am who He says I am

An overcomer, an overcomer