Weapon کے بول

Barely hanging on by a thread of hope Hard to see beyond everything unknown With your strength, I'll stand, it's all I can do I will lift my hands and sing my way through So when I'm broken, at my weakest, in my darkest hour I'll let my worship be a weapon on this battleground From the depths of the lowest place I will give you the highest praise, the highest praise I am hanging on to every word you speak I can see beyond into the victory Lord, you never left, lord, you never change All my confidence in Jesus name, oh So when I'm broken, at my weakest, in my darkest hour I'll let my worship be a weapon on this battleground From the depths of the lowest place I will give you the highest praise, the highest praise The highest praise Because the cross put the enemy to shame Now my song echos through an empty grave Because the cross put the enemy to shame Now my song echos through an empty grave Let it rise Because the cross put the enemy to shame Now my song echos through an empty grave, oh Because the cross put the enemy to shame Now my song echos through an empty grave When I'm broken, at my weakest, in my darkest hour I'll let my worship be a weapon on this battleground From the depths of the lowest place I will give you the highest praise, the highest praise, oh When I'm broken, at my weakest, in my darkest hour I'll let my worship be a weapon on this battleground From the depths of the lowest place I will give you the highest praise, the highest praise I will give you the highest praise, the highest praise Because the cross put the enemy to shame Now my song echos through an empty grave, oh Because the cross put the enemy to shame Now my song echos through an empty grave