With battle scars on His hands and feet
Because He came not to be served
But to serve defeat
Death where is your sting?
Cuz He moves like a butterfly
And stings like a bee
Our God is greater
Than Muhammad
And Prince Ali
Cuz mighty is He
Muscles rippling
Body dripping
He dragged His sword
Across the floors of Hell
Smashed through every prison cell
Setting captives free
Locking up captivity
Flexing His divinity
And every knee bows
Every angel every being
To pay homage to this King
He’s the King
The hero of our story
This King of Glory
And He walks bold
To His Father’s thrown
Cuz this world is His to own
And sits at the right hand
Having purged us of our sin
Because now He is risen
He got up
So you wouldn’t have to stay down
He got up
To flip your frowns upside-down
He got up
Paid the price for you and me
He got up
So we could all be set free
