The Sovereign Voice

I am the Lord of Souls, the Earth is Mine to claim, From boundless skies to deepest roots, I speak My holy name. Happiness flows from My hand, a river pure and free, To every heart that seeks My grace, and bows in trust to Me. In realms of sound, My music reigns, where every voice is raised, A chorus vast, a living hymn, eternally amazed. The leaders of the Church, they heed My whisper and My call, For in My will, their purpose lies, lest truly they should fall. With seven stars upon My brow, a crown of endless might, I blaze forth as the Brightest Light, dispelling darkest night. The whisper of the Truth, profound, piercing the deepest lie, And those who dare to stand against, beneath My judgment die. For all that this world holds, is given by My hand, The bounteous wealth, the very breath, across the sea and land. I own it all, from dust to dawn, and all I have, I give, To those who walk within My light, and by My promise live.