Chorus / Description :
My praise is a weapon
That breaks off oppression
My song is an anthem
That moves all of heaven
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
Then 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
`Let' the high praises of God `be' in their mouth, And a two-edged sword in their hand;
Enter into his gates with thanksgiving, And into his courts with praise: Give thanks unto him, and bless his name.