Lyrics:
the utterance of a Rasta (Repeat) There is a way that seemeth right to man And yet in Jah Jah sight it wrong It's not what you do is how you do it
thou? My life seemeth a futility My teary eyes are bleary Wistfully I stare into the candle flame My quill inditeth a soliloquy Who thou art - a mystery
sensible Seemeth their conference; their conceits have wings Fleeter than arrows, bullets, wind, thought, swifter things
a way that seemeth right to a man but the end there of is death Save me papa Save me from myself Baba If a remember na ting wey dem don do am If a look na
seemeth My life is harder than before I mean it And though your peace surpasses All understanding Lord I don't see it when you Count it all joy when you
spirituality It makes me one with all the grass My life takes colour at all flowers The breeze that seemeth loth to pass Shakes off red petals from my hours
Chorus: O ye priests! Seemeth it but a small thing that God hath separated you to bring you near to Himself, to stand before the congregation
Take a sip from the bloody wine He sleeps yet he does not sleep Seemeth dead yet he is not dead Uncontrollable fear Of the horror ahead Resurrecting
glory His masked kingdom will have no end it seemeth. The unholy pathogen, Lord Rona Taker of life
can work them none annoy And therefore with his purple wings they play For glorious seemeth love though light as feather And when they have done they
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