Babylon Has Fallen
An ancient prophecy fulfilled
is now recurring
It’s happening again as told before,
as prophesied
Babylon is sinking once again,
sinking in the sand
This time it will never be revived again
O you merchandise maker of men,
how many souls have been sold
How many people have fallen
into the pit of perdition,
ensnared by your evil allure
Mystery is your name,
whoredom is your fame
To get covetous hearts to make a deal with the devil,
you open your skirts to let them come inside
But from God, your nakedness you can’t hide
The hour of your judgment has arrived
See the ground around you collapsing ...
sinking sand,
your wicked kingdom won’t be seen ever again
Woe, woe, woe
Babylon has fallen
Woe, woe, woe
Babylon has fallen
Woe, woe, woe
Babylon has fallen
And all the angels in heaven rejoice,
All of the saints, living and dead, do rejoice
when they hear the sound of the Savior’s voice
making a judgment call
Hope I’m alive to see Babylon fall
Alleluia will be the praise word heaven calls
It’s the sound of victory heard
when Babylon falls
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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