The Epigone

There’s nothing
That I can say that hasn’t
Already been said
I’m just repeating myself repeating someone else
Equally incapable of uttering a single new thought
Yet You are ever worthy of adoration
So how can I for a moment cease to lift my heart in praise?
Your name is glory
My song is victory
And I will keep on singing
Your name is glory
My song is victory
And I will keep on singing
There is no opposition
There is no opposition
There is no opposition
No thing can stand in Your way
Make my life Your own
Make my life Your own