“When the Witness Rose”

By Zeres Vitto

Verse 1

In midnight’s reign when truth lay bound,

And sacred pages chained to crown,

A scholar knelt in Oxford’s light

And heard the Word reclaim its right.

No throne of man could take its place,

No priest could stand in saving grace;

“The Lamb alone,” his voice declared,

“No mortal hand salvation shares.”

Pre-Chorus

When power claimed the keys of heaven,

And conscience bowed to law misgiven,

A whisper rose against the throne:

“The Word of God stands firm alone.”

Chorus

When the witness rose from sackcloth torn,

When the sealed Book met the dawn,

Heaven’s light broke through the night —

Truth would not be gone.

Though beasts may roar and crowns may fall,

The Lamb still stands above them all;

From Wycliffe’s flame to angels’ cry,

The harvest draws us nigh.

Verse 2

A beast arose from storm and sea,

Clothed in borrowed majesty;

Authority by dragon given,

Claiming keys that belong to heaven.

Another beast with gentle horn,

Yet dragon’s breath at break of morn;

It spoke of worship, mark, decree,

And bound the will to loyalty.

Who holds the soul? Who writes the law?

Who shapes the fear that nations saw?

The ancient question wakes again —

Whose voice commands the heart of men?

Pre-Chorus

But heaven will not leave the earth

To trembling fear and forced rebirth;

Three voices sound across the sky —

A final gospel cry.

Chorus

When the witness rose from sackcloth torn,

When the sealed Book met the dawn,

Heaven’s light broke through the night —

Truth would not be gone.

Though beasts may roar and crowns may fall,

The Lamb still stands above them all;

From Wycliffe’s flame to angels’ cry,

The harvest draws us nigh.

Verse 3

“Fear God alone,” the first voice pleads,

“Worship the One who made the seas.”

Not throne of clay nor sword of might,

But Maker’s law restores what’s right.

“Babylon falls,” the second cries,

Her towers crack before all eyes;

Traditions melt like dust and flame,

No crown survives the Lamb’s true name.

“If any bow to beastly claim,”

The third declares in solemn flame,

Choose now the seal, choose now the Name —

No soul escapes the final claim.

Bridge — The Remnant and the Harvest

Here stand they in patient faith,

Through threat of loss and shadowed death;

Commandments kept, the faith of Christ,

Their hope not bought, their souls not priced.

The Son of Man with sickle bright

Moves across the crimson light;

Earth is ripe — the end begun —

The fields of time are done.

Final Chorus

When the witness rose from sackcloth torn,

When the sealed Book met the dawn,

From Oxford’s halls to Zion’s height,

The Lamb has led us on.

Beast and image fade away,

Babylon cannot delay;

The everlasting gospel cries —

The harvest fills the skies.

And every crown laid at His feet

Confirms the Word complete;

From Wycliffe’s stand to heaven’s throne,

The Kingdom stands alone.