If gates of Hell we would raze
We must learn to weaponize praise

No army or sermon or chad
Can make a good heart out of bad

But worship that lifts up the Lamb
Reconciles me to the I AM

And as His blood makes my heart new
I learn to draw closer to you

Then as we share in broken bread
His Bride reconnects to the Head

His Body then sprouts hands and feet
So those in the world He may meet

That all be drawn into the Love
That cherubim worship above