The trumpet calls
Spirits dance before the throne
Blinded eyes behold
A flame is set free
As I silently cry
my Adonai, on my El Shaddei's knee
Dancing in a new dawn
A melody that one is three
Chains broken
A voice set free
with empty hands
I pour the fragrance of who
You made me to be at your feet
The trumpet calls
Blinded eyes behold
My Jesus, my Adonai, my El Shaddei
By Shannon McKemie, M.A.
September 2003, Worcester, South Africa