My praise is a weapon

My praise is a weapon
That breaks off oppression
My song is an anthem
That moves all of heaven

If my God is for me
Then who can be against me
If my God is for me

You are the giant-slaying, mountain-moving God
You are the grave-shaking, dead-raising one
With a sling and a rock, we can’t be stopped
With the blood of a Son, we have overcome
You are the giant-slaying, mountain-moving God

He is who he says he is,
He’s not a liar, he’s not a liar
I am who he says I am
An overcomer, an overcomer