by Gloria May Byron ft ePianoh's Choir West Africa, a song of wisdom's that were written for our sake to the despair the world is in today & throughout time past, of wars and effects of wars of man. Leading to our divisions that divides brothers....
by Gloria May Byron ft ePianoh's Choir West Africa, a song of wisdom's that were written for our sake to the despair the world is in today & throughout time past, of wars and effects of wars of man. Leading to our divisions that divides brothers, separate worlds and graves....Mathew 24: 6 - 8 , Jerimiah 10: 23, Isaiah 48:18
Live Open Mic -No Vocal Ajustments, Effects or Vocal Pitch Alterations
Through all our days,
You've gifted your ways
To hope in love & search for You,
In light of Your face
We thrive on hate
And destroy gifts You gave
By the Dark of the world that laughs in its destructive ways
Oh, if only we would pay attention to Your words You say
From wars & divisionThat divides brothers to separate worlds and graves
You say it was never meant for man to direct our own step
That to our own destructionwe will lead one another
Your wisdom well said
You gift hope and promise to an end of despair as we know it
Where war is no morenor the tragic of death & moral disarmament
No pain nor suffering in abundance of peace
To all who search You out seeking to find You within reach
By Your wisdoms & might to all You have seen us through
That we look & see You in the love You are
And how quickly Your ready to forgive
To all who desire
Jehovah, let it rest on window panes
Youve shown Your love to no end all our days
When You felt hurt in heart of all mans ways
By your love, You forgave and gift us your grace
If only we would pay attention to your words, You say
For what You have in store forever and all our days
End to wars & division that divide brothers to separate worlds and graves
You gift hope
And promise to an end of despair
Where war is no more nor the tragic of death by moral disarmament
No pain nor suffering in peace
To all who search You out seeking to find You within reach
Time runs short numbered by days
Let us let go of hate and all the world's ways
Let us search for You with all our hearts
That we may find you as promised
And written in the stars
Oh, Jehovah, let it rest on window panes