Bring the brush
and let the Mighty whiting
the teeth of the earth
to a snowy terrace of life.

The smoke of glory is
swirling in ethereal
motion bringing peace to
the tormented souls,
discharging the prisoners
of morning hope to eternal
freedom of the morning.

The clock of victory is
ringing in highest decibels
choking evil mind into
burning fire , bringing victory
to the glorious Dawn.

It's the dawn of the golden sun
from the throne of Glory,
raining down victory and
favor in glut, running
rivers of joy, overflowing
grace in grace of mercy of
the sovereign Grace!