Todd Hoover
jubilant noise
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As sure as the faithful spring up from the ground,
so may our praises forever resound.
As sure as the righteous look down from the sky,
so may our best news be infinite life.
Our music is anguish, Your Kingdom's a mess.
Lord, show Your children how deeply they're blessed.
We're sick and imprisoned, we long for Your voice.
Lord, silence evil with jubilant noise.
As sure as Your justice prepared for his steps,
we'll dance and sing through whatever comes next.