Derrama Shekinah (part. Lázaro)

When the Lord's people are praising, worshiping, and exalting, God opens the heavens
And He showers His glory upon His people, a victory rain that tastes like honey
Those who pass by stop, stare, and ask questions
Oh my God, what joy this is, Essaû?
The more the people praise and glorify, the more the anointing intensifies, turning into a celebration, a real celebration

It really feels like we've gone back in time
It stopped at that moment
In which Solomon raised his hands to heaven
And I loved it
The Lord manifested himself upon the multitude
Going back in time, we feel that the Lord is present here in this place
If we raise our hands to heaven and worship our God
He will spill

It's going to spill, it's going to spill, it's going to spill
It will spill, it will spill the Shekinah

Spill, spill, spill, spill
Pour out, pour out, pour out, Jehovah
Spill, spill, spill, spill
Pour, pour, pour Shekinah

Jacob saw in his vision a ladder that connected Earth to Heaven
How beautiful
And on that staircase he contemplated angels who were descending and ascending there
I have a feeling that there are angels here too, and they are flying over this crowd
They are watching who is glorifying, a vessel overflowing with anointing, anointing

The Bible says that the prophet Isaiah also saw, one day, the Sublime Throne
And the Lord sat upon it
Angels glorified him, praised his name, saying
Holy, holy, holy is the Lord, the eternal God
Glory was everywhere
If we raise our hands to heaven and worship our God, He will pour out

To the rhythm of the band, to the chord of the song
To the beat of the rhythm, to the rhythm of the heart
In glorifying the name of Jehovah
God will open the heavens and pour out the Shekinah
To the rhythm of the band, to the chord of the song
To the beat of the rhythm, to the rhythm of the heart
In glorifying the name of Jehovah
God will open the heavens and pour out the Shekinah

Pour out the Shekinah of God