Dante Bowe - all god's children
Oh, yeah, yeahI’m praying that my mama don’t ever fall off the deep end
Praying that when she hears this song she finds her healin’
For my cousin Dominique behind bars as a felon
I'm praying that she hears this too
Shout out to my grandma’s Sunday school classes and her readin’ glasses
Wishing I was rich and famous and I can buy her houses
She lost my grandpapa this year (Yeah)
And I know that it’s hard
But at least he lived a good life (Yeah)
Oh glory to God (Yeah, yeah)
Yahweh, sing His praise till the walls fall down (Till I see it)
And if the walls don’t fall down, sing His praise anyhow (Anyhow)
You know my daddy was a gangster, God turned it around (Turned it around)
Now my daddy is a gangster with a robe and a crown (Yeah, a robe and a crown)
Hey, we’re all God’s children
We all need a resurrection
A little taste of Heaven
He’ll set us free
Hey, we were all created (Created to be)
To be little complicated (A little complicated)
Ain’t nobody perfect
He’ll set us free (Set us free, yeah)
Oh, my brother told me he was a believer
I can see it in the future, prophesy till it happens
Givin’ up is not an option
My Uncle Jeff still drinks until he falls on his face
But God’s hand is not short and it’s not too late (Not short, hey, late)
Pray for the pastors, pray for the sinners (Pray, pray, pray)
Doubters and believers (Say somethin')
Everything in between
If we struggle, let’s struggle
But look out for each other (Look out)
We don’t know what we go through, but we know we’re the same (Look out, ooh, hey)
We’re all God’s children (Yes we are)
We all need a resurrection
A little taste of Heaven
He’ll set us free (He'll set us free, set us free yeah)
Hey, we were all created to be (Created)
A little complicated (A little complicated)
Ain’t nobody perfect
He’ll set us free (Set us free, yeah)
He'll set us free (Oh)
Oh (Oh, all glory to God)
Glory to God (Oh)
Aye yeah (Oh, all glory to God)
Pick up the phone and forgive them ‘cause it’s worth it
Tell the person that you love, that you love them
Follow the dreams that somehow you laid aside
Be yourself walkin’ all the way into the light
Before they’re dead and they’re gone, give them roses
‘Cause there’s a gift in every day and every moment
The only way that I know to redeem the time
Is make the best of the present here and now
Make the best of the present, here and now (All glory to God)
Written by:
DANTE BOWE, STEPHEN BLAKE KANICKA
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Lyrics © BETHEL MUSIC PUBLISHING
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