Make A Joyful Noise - Kim Hill

David’s lion is dust, David’s Goliath is dust

David’s outlaw caves are filled with pirate ghosts

His ancient lust is just dust upon dust

Still we sing because we must

Make a joyful noise

Make a joyful noise to the Lord

David’s fortress is rubble, David’s armies are history

David’s campaigns are overshadowed victories

His fate is myth, his consequence death

Still the Spirit stirs in our breast

Make a joyful noise

Make a joyful noise to the Lord

Yea, though I walk through

The valley of the shadow of death

I fear no evil, You’re with me

You comfort me, You prepare a table for me

In the presence of me enemies

You anoint my head, my cup runs over

Surely goodness and mercy

Shall follow me all the days of my life

And I’ll dwell in the house

Of the Lord forevermore

A shepherd, a hero, an outlaw, a king

A servant of God who brought Him everything

But of all that’s gone and all that came

What lives on is what he sang

Make a joyful noise

Make a joyful noise

Make a joyful noise to the Lord

Make a joyful noise

Make a joyful noise

Oh, make a joyful noise to the Lord

(Make a joyful, make a joyful noise)

(Make a joyful, make a joyful noise)

(Make a joyful, make a joyful noise)

(Make a joyful, make a joyful noise)