People plotting, scheming, dreaming of a world with no restraint, no truth
Kings they gather together, plot an overthrow to rid the earth of You

But the Father delights to enthrone His Son
We join in the pleasure
And crown You with our love
Today You’re enthroned above the circle of the earth
Tomorrow, in Jerusalem, the center of the universe

In the city of confusion there’s delusion
As men like specks expect to conquer God
They don’t want Your mercy
They don’t want You, Your book, Your Man
Your plan, Your forgiveness, Your beauty

Bow down, kiss the Son
Come into the kingdom of love
Bow down, kiss the Son
Come into the kingdom of love

Even so Your will be done
The Spirit and the Bride we cry Your kingdom come
Anybody thirst come, to the wedding of the Lamb
Into the kingdom of love
Bow down and kiss the Son