Les larmes coulent Je ne comprends plus Tout espoir est perdu Rien n’a de sens maintenant Les larmes coulent Tes promesses sont Amen Mais où
Tears are flowing I don’t understand anymore All hope is gone Nothing makes sense now Tears are flowing Your promises are Amen But where are
You paid for our sicknesses at the cross We thank you for the forty stripes you bore We are healed because of Your ultimate sacrifice
A is for the Auntie who will come to tea B is for the Bed that won’t release me C is for the Car – we do need
When you’re in no man’s land You must wait patiently You want to see the manifestation Having the promises, the rehma word But still more
Expect the unexpected Sounds strange… Be still and know that I am God I must come to an end of myself Sacrificing my Isaac And
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