Letras:
Louvart

: It?s in the way we walk the way we talk The way we do things from the heart When we?re being who we really are That?s the way we?re praising the lord

Oh sovereign God, Oh matchless King The saints adore, the angels sing And fall before the throne of grace To You belongs the highest praise These sufferings

If I were a drummer, I would use my cymbal If I were a writer, I would use a pencil I would use my voice, if I were a singer No matter who or what we

I knew the times would come And now the times have landed with stinging abrasion As ready as I seem to be It's never like I planned it yeah I'm wrestlin

One by one, the young will fall, indoctrinating process growing Some too weak to fight at all, who controls their future? God above or God below, questions

O sov'reign God, O matchless King- the saints adore, the angels sing and fall before the throne on grace to you belongs the highest praise. These sufferings

One by one, the young will fall, indoctrinating process growing. Some too weak to fight at all, who controls their future? God above, or God below, questions

Livin', Lovin', Rock-n-Rollin' Prayin', Playin', Stop complainin' Praise the Lord Praise the Lord Show me how to live this life, Standin' tall and walkin

If I were a drummer, I would use my cymbal If I were a writer, I would use a pencil I would use my voice, if I were a singer No matter who or what