[Intro]

(Gentle electric piano arpeggio, brushed snare, faint choir “ah‑ah‑ah” fades in)

[Verse 1]

Midnight sky, a canvas black and deep,

Yet I hear a whisper that never sleeps.

“By the word,” it says, “the stars were drawn,

Every spark a promise at the break of dawn.”

I watch the moon rise, silver on the tide,

Feel the pulse of heaven moving side by side.

Every breath I take, every beat inside,

Is a echo of the voice that never hides.

[Pre‑Chorus]

When the world feels heavy, when the night feels long,

I close my eyes and listen to the ancient song.

[Chorus]

By the Word of the Lord the heavens were made,

He painted constellations, every shade.

He gathered oceans, turned the seas to a heap,

With a single breath, He woke the world from sleep.

Oh, the power that shapes the universe,

Flows through my veins, it’s my soul’s rehearse.

When I sing, I’m riding on that holy wave,

Living proof of the love that never fades.

[Verse 2]

Sunrise spills gold across the city streets,

A masterpiece that no painter could repeat.

Mountains bow down, rivers find their course,

All because He spoke with boundless force.

I hear the thunder roll, a drum of grace,

Lightning sketches verses across the space.

Even when the storm tries to drown my mind,

I remember the Word that’s forever kind.

[Bridge – spoken word over soft horns]

“By the word of the Lord the heavens were made…

He gathers the waters of the sea together as a heap.”

Those lines ain’t just ink on parchment—

They’re the rhythm that moves us, the pulse that keeps us breathing.

(Background vocal “yeah, yeah, yeah” builds)

[Pre‑Chorus]

When doubts arise and shadows start to creep,

I lean on that truth, it’s the promise I’ll keep.

[Chorus – full band, layered harmonies]

By the Word of the Lord the heavens were made,

He painted constellations, every shade.

He gathered oceans, turned the seas to a heap,

With a single breath, He woke the world from sleep.

Feel the power, feel the fire, feel the rise,

Every heartbeat syncs with the endless skies.

From the smallest grain to the farthest star,

His voice is the music that’s wherever we are.

[Breakdown – instrumental solo]

(Saxophone wails, then a smooth guitar lick, while the rhythm section holds a laid‑back groove. Background choir whispers “Word of the Maker”)

[Bridge 2 – call‑and‑response]

Lead: “Who made the heavens?”

Choir: “The Word of the Lord!”

Lead: “Who gathers the seas?”

Choir: “His mighty voice, adored!”

[Final Chorus – key change, soaring vocals]

By the Word of the Lord the heavens were made,

He painted constellations, every shade.

He gathered oceans, turned the seas to a heap,

With a single breath, He woke the world from sleep.

Now I stand, my spirit lifted high,

Walking in the light of that eternal sky.

Every note I sing, every chord I play,

Is a tribute to the power that shapes our day.

[Outro]

(Fading piano chords, distant choir humming “ah‑ah‑ah”, soft cymbal rolls. The last line lingers: “Word of the Maker, forever true.”)