Kingdoms rise and kingdoms fall
I have born witness to them all
The clocks have turned their passing hands
Centuries shifting, falling sands
I have walked through ages, dust and flame
And through each one, they whisper my Name
For I Am and always will be
There’s not one who could overcome Me
I ignited the beginning and will be at the end
I am longing for you to grab My reaching hand
How holy is this endless ache
And My hand that I wish for you to take
Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 6:18 AM UTC
Kingdoms rise and kingdoms fall
I have born witness to them all
The clocks have turned their passing hands
Centuries shifting, falling sands
I have walked through ages, dust and flame
And through each one, they whisper my Name
For I Am and always will be
There’s not one who could overcome Me
I ignited the beginning and will be at the end
I am longing for you to grab My reaching hand
How holy is this endless ache
And My hand that I wish for you to take
Painting my Sistine Chapel ceiling
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