

Prompt / Lyrics
Revelation's script, a coded art, Numbers dance, playing a vital part. Seven's echo, through verses deep, Completeness found, secrets to keep. Seven churches, seals, trumpets call, Bowls of wrath, destined to fall. Each count of seven, a divine decree, God's perfect plan for you and me. In every seventh, a promise gleams, Fulfillment flows in endless streams. Seven seals break, seven trumpets sound, God's perfect timing, profound. No chance or whim, but purpose true, Seven's rhythm, forever new. A divine language, whispered low, God's complete vision starts to show. Divine language, numbers in array, Seven's completion lights the way. Twelve's covenant, people hand in hand, One forty-four thousand, God's promise grand. Order divine, in every count, Precision's echo, we surmount. Seven, Twelve, and thousandfold, A story of faith, forever told Now let the number twelve take hold, A story of God's people, brave and bold. Twelve tribes of Israel, a sacred start, Twelve apostles, close to Jesus' heart. New Jerusalem, a city bright, Twelve gates shimmer in holy light. Each gate inscribed with a tribal name, A testament to God's enduring flame. Twelve foundations, strong and deep, Apostles' names, the city keeps. From Old to New, a covenant made, God's faithful people, unafraid. Twelve signifies a bond so true, Promises kept, forever new. Through generations, love's embrace, Twelve marks God's chosen race. Divine language, numbers in array, Seven's completion lights the way. Twelve's covenant, people hand in hand, One forty-four thousand, God's promise grand. Order divine, in every count, Precision's echo, we surmount. Seven, Twelve, and thousandfold, A story of faith, forever told Now comes the number, grand and vast, One hundred forty-four thousand, meant to last. Twelve thousand strong from every tribe, A multitude that words can't describe. Twelve times twelve, times thousandfold, Perfection, vastness, a story to be told. Not literal count, but symbol bright, God's faithful sealed in pure, holy light. A picture painted, rich and deep, Of all God's people, safely kept. His plan unfolds, orderly and true, Intentional, secure, for me and you. Through trials faced and battles won, God's purpose stands, second to none. One forty-four, a promise clear, His faithful people, always near. Divine language, numbers in array, Seven's completion lights the way. Twelve's covenant, people hand in hand, One forty-four thousand, God's promise grand. Order divine, in every count, Precision's echo, we surmount. Seven, Twelve, and thousandfold, A story of faith, forever told
Tags
rap, hip hop
3:49
No
10/21/2025