CaRob - Ancient Of The Days

He walks the ancient pathways, where the mountains learned His name. Before the dawn was spoken, He was fire, He was flame. The footsteps shake the ages, every kingdom, every throne. For He is the Ancient of the Days, and He walks over the world He owns. From everlasting He is rising, from the old roads carved in light. Every shadow breaks before Him, every wrong is set to right. Ancient of the Days, You reign forever. Your footsteps thunder through the earth. Ancient of the Days, no storm can sever the promise written at creation’s birth. You walk the paths no man remembers— yet every heart is called to praise. Glory burning through the ages, You are the Ancient of the Days. Old roads blazing, kingdoms shaking— The Lord is coming, The Earth is shaking He treads the roads of justice, where the prophets saw His flame. He carries truth like oceans, and the nations know His name. He speaks and time surrenders, He moves and darkness flees. For He is the Ancient of the Days, The Holy One, Prince Of Peace. From the old paths He is roaring, from the throne His verdict stands. Every promise forged in heaven now descends upon the lands. He is faithful, He is sovereign— and His fire never fades. Ancient of the Days, You reign forever. Your footsteps thunder through the earth. Ancient of the Days, no storm can sever the promise written at creation’s birth. You walk the paths no man remembers— yet every heart is called to praise. Glory burning through the ages, You are the Ancient of the Days. Ancient of the Days, Your fire is rising. Your glory shakes the very ground. Ancient of the Days, all fear is dying— for Your voice is the only sound. You walk the roads of dominion, and every promise You will raise. King forever, Judge eternal— You are the Ancient of the Days.