Dwayne Tryumf - African Drum Lyrics

Jesus of Nazareth
Resurrected Lazarus
Killed instead of Barabbas
Healed the sick and powerless
Threatened by the Pharisees
Questioned by the high priests
Frightened His disciples when He walked upon the high seas
Who is He?
Saviour and the Son of God
Reasoned with the teachers and the leaders in the synagogue
Reaching unbelievers like Zacchaeus in the sycamore tree
Read Luke 19 and it will give you more
More than a man they call Him I-AM
They couldn't kill Him till He finished fulfilling the will of Elohim
And if you think that Jesus ain't coming back
When you hear the thunder clap
You'll be like what was that?

Pa-rum-pum-pum-pum
Sound the judgment like a african drum
Lord I'm so happy-happy
You make me clappy-clappy yeah
Pa-rum-pum-pum-pum
Sound the judgment like a african drum
Lord I'm so happy-happy
You make me clap

Let the planets and the powers and the stars connect
When I raise my hands to worship all the devils hit the deck
With a desire to swim in the river of fire
I saw the eyes of the Messiah was calling me higher
To prophecy to The Revived Roman Empire
To get ready for the return of Moses and Elijah
And when the sky gets brighter
It's the Son sitting on a horse
He's a Rider
Ultimate Fighter
Tatted-up
King of kings
Lord of lords
Sing a hymn
All applaud
Stronger than a unicorn with a titanium horn
The Nazarite baby was born
Spiritual hair longer than a Bobo dread
Jesus
In the office of Melchizedek
Coming in on a red eye
With a double-edged sword
Watch the heads fly

Pa-rum-pum-pum-pum
Sound the judgment like a african drum
Lord I'm so happy-happy
You make me clappy-clappy yeah
Pa-rum-pum-pum-pum
Sound the judgment like a african drum
Lord I'm so happy-happy
You make me clap

Heaven is my La-Z-Boy
Earth is my footstool
I inhabit eternity as my residential but
Still the people are trying to rebuild a temple
For Me to dwell in the midst of evil is only temporal
From the days of Noah
To Sodom and Gomorrah
The wrath of God will get
Bloody like a Manga horror
I spare the man of honour
Wicked they cannon fodder
It's God Who run up on ya
Who writ the canon for ya
My wrath is at the solar and lunar eclipse
Desolation's decreed and sent from My lips
On the Gentiles and Jews who do wickedness
I swore in My wrath they'll never enter My rest

Pa-rum-pum-pum-pum
Sound the judgment like a african drum
Lord I'm so happy-happy
You make me clappy-clappy yeah
Pa-rum-pum-pum-pum
Sound the judgment like a african drum
Lord I'm so happy-happy
You make me clap