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Daughters of Water, Sons of the Sea (Jesse Boggs) · First Families of Country: Sons & Daughters (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Your Daughters and Your Sons (The Duhks) · Lock Up Your Daughters (Motörhead) · Daughters of the Alamo (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Daughters of Texas (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Daughters (Nas) · Daughters of the Kaos/In Search of Manny (Luscious Jackson) · Eleven Daughters (Aaron Immanuel Wright) · Daughters of the Celtic Moon (Lisa Lynne) – and 90 other albums »


and rejoice
For the love that He has given us all
Children of God, by the blood of His Son
We have been redeemed and we can be called
Children of God
Children
with a flame
A fire consuming all for your Son's holy name
And with the heavens we declare
You are our king

We love you Lord, we worship you
You
that You've done for me

Who brings our chaos back into order
Who makes the orphan a son and daughter
The King of Glory, the King above all kings
sorry, Father, sacrifice me, leave my wife
Sacrifice me twice, so my kids can see paradise

So we heed our God, King Selassie I
Jahova God, Jah Rastafari
sacrifice me, leave me wife
Sacrifice me twice, so my kids can see paradise

So we heed our God King Sellasie I, Jah rastafari
Who is seated in Zion
are our king

We love you Lord, we worship you
You are our God, you alone are good

You asked your Son to carry this
The heavy cross our weight of sin
upon the wind

Glory to One
God’s murdered son
Who paid for my resurrection
Once from the dust, once from the grave

Daughters and sons from
You are our king

We love you Lord, we worship you
You are our God, you alone are good

You asked your Son to carry this
The heavy cross our
the holy Son of Man we'll never understand
My God, they killed him.

There was a man named Mahatma Gandi
A man named Martin Luther King
The only Son
I will lift my voice and I will sing Holy, Holy
To my Lord and Savior, my God and king
I will sing Holy, Holy

[Chorus:]
I will praise the lamb
King of all the universe
We love You and we come to You now
Asking for Your healing touch
We need You this very hour

Would You help us comprehend
the holy Son of Man we'll never understand
My God, they killed him.

There was a man named Mahatma Gandi
A man named Martin Luther King
The only Son
and all it's mysteries
My spirit's ever longing for His grace in which to stand
Who is this King of glory, Son of God and song of man

His name is
Of the uncle's daughter's father
Of the nephew's sister's mother
And my grandpa's only cousin
Was the King's daughter's sibling
But they're all gone
Crowd :
Daughter, dear daughter, come sit by my side
While the prairie is blooming I fear for my time
I’ve seen my great crossing asleep in my dreams
Hold my
day dark is illuminated
God's mistake altered and uncreated
Wrong's made right left to the jungle pioneer

See in the field my little son
they still scream for riches 
Even though they swore 
That sons and daughters wouldn't live 
Unless we won the war

Oh, the Devil in all his wisdom
leaders 
By our Kings and Queens 
Brainwashed in the open and brainwashed behind the scenes 

God God God 
A voice cries in the wilderness 
God God
Your only Son, no sin to hide
But You have sent Him from Your side
To walk upon this guilty sod
And to become the Lamb of God

Your gift of love,
illuminated
God's mistake altered and uncreated
Wrong's made right, left to the jungle pioneer

See in the field my little son and daughter
Not long ago that
breath
My daughter told me first words, my son walked his first steps
And all through life we anticipate death
And if pain is truly love, for my family
"My son ask for thyself another
Kingdom, for that which I leave
is too small for thee"
(King Philip of Macedonia - 339 B.C.)

Near to the east
In
Lord, tell a story 

Above the hills and mountains, Lord
Up Christian fountain
All of God's sons and daughters, Lord
Drinking that old healing water
'my son ask for thyself another
Kingdom for that wich I leave
Is too small for thee'
(King Philip of Macedonia, 339 b.c.)

Near to the east
In
they refuse
To worship our idols and gods

My name is Hannah, my first born son
Now stands before this king
Guilty of keeping the Sabbath laws
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