COUNT 'EM (REMIX)
How many broken homes?
Fatherless made Your own?
How many curses broke?
Can't count 'em
How many times did we fall in our unbelief?
Still You would come redeem?
Can't count 'em
How many ransoms bought?
Said You abandoned us?
How many men were wrong?
Can't count 'em
How many rams You brought?
Deserts to waterfalls
Praise to the lamb of God
Can't count 'em
(Oh, oh-oh, oh)
(Oh, oh-oh, oh)
Can't count 'em
You got thunder in Your vocal You got flames in Your eyes
You got wonder working power pouring out of Your side
Checked the tomb all the way through, the grave was empty inside
Ain't no other pull the greatest miracle of all time
You got power, demons cower when they hear Your name called
You got power that still towers, make Goliath look small
You got power to devour any counterfeit roar
Even Your tongue is a sword
Count up the score
You are the Lord, holy
You are the Lord, holy
You are the Lord, holy
You are the Lord, holy
Hey, hey
All those funerals You ruined when You made the dead rise
Heaven's healer using spit and mud to open blind eyes
You got wonders I can't number
Couldn't count if I tried
Called the doctor and the doctor said, "I'm giving new life"
Tell your enemies the victory is already here
More than sixty thousand angels, just the tip of the spear
One day every knee will bow and every heart will be Yours
This is the end of a war
Count up the score
You are the Lord, holy
You are the Lord, holy
You are the Lord, holy
You are the Lord, holy
Where were you the day the foundations were laid?
Talking rings, I'm the one that got the planets engaged
Have you ever spoke to nothing and nothing obeyed?
Ooh! You not entertained?
Watch what the angels are doing and you do the same
Yeah
It's not competitive, uh, yeah
Stop the comparison
When Heavens thunders
Every one of the seven wonders that we got's irrelevant
Nada's next to Him
Still reigns in the spots you've never been
He pours oceans like poppin' beverages
There's a God on top of Everest
You not impressed with this?
(Oh, oh-oh, oh)
(Oh, oh-oh, oh)
You are the Lord, holy
You are the Lord, holy
You are the Lord, holy
You are the Lord, holy
Fatherless made Your own?
How many curses broke?
Can't count 'em
How many times did we fall in our unbelief?
Still You would come redeem?
Can't count 'em
How many ransoms bought?
Said You abandoned us?
How many men were wrong?
Can't count 'em
How many rams You brought?
Deserts to waterfalls
Praise to the lamb of God
Can't count 'em
(Oh, oh-oh, oh)
(Oh, oh-oh, oh)
Can't count 'em
You got thunder in Your vocal You got flames in Your eyes
You got wonder working power pouring out of Your side
Checked the tomb all the way through, the grave was empty inside
Ain't no other pull the greatest miracle of all time
You got power, demons cower when they hear Your name called
You got power that still towers, make Goliath look small
You got power to devour any counterfeit roar
Even Your tongue is a sword
Count up the score
You are the Lord, holy
You are the Lord, holy
You are the Lord, holy
You are the Lord, holy
Hey, hey
All those funerals You ruined when You made the dead rise
Heaven's healer using spit and mud to open blind eyes
You got wonders I can't number
Couldn't count if I tried
Called the doctor and the doctor said, "I'm giving new life"
Tell your enemies the victory is already here
More than sixty thousand angels, just the tip of the spear
One day every knee will bow and every heart will be Yours
This is the end of a war
Count up the score
You are the Lord, holy
You are the Lord, holy
You are the Lord, holy
You are the Lord, holy
Where were you the day the foundations were laid?
Talking rings, I'm the one that got the planets engaged
Have you ever spoke to nothing and nothing obeyed?
Ooh! You not entertained?
Watch what the angels are doing and you do the same
Yeah
It's not competitive, uh, yeah
Stop the comparison
When Heavens thunders
Every one of the seven wonders that we got's irrelevant
Nada's next to Him
Still reigns in the spots you've never been
He pours oceans like poppin' beverages
There's a God on top of Everest
You not impressed with this?
(Oh, oh-oh, oh)
(Oh, oh-oh, oh)
You are the Lord, holy
You are the Lord, holy
You are the Lord, holy
You are the Lord, holy
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Writer(s): Jacob Sooter, Kevin Burgess, Hank Bentley, Brandon Lake
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