Song lyrics and download: Unto The King by Frank Edwards

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Unto The King lyrics:

Verse1:

We lift our voice in praise to the great almighty God

You are beautiful always, perfect in all your ways

Our voice we raise, singing praise to you

Lord you are excellent, only you forevermore

Halle halleluyah, I sing to you a song

Verse2:

We give you praise, son of righteousness

My savior and my friend, and now my righteousness

When I see your face, I sing you song

Lord you are excellent, only you forevermore

Halle halleluyah, I sing to you a song

Verse3:

Holy is your name, fountain of my life

Creator of all things, my love I pour to you

In you I live, move and have my being

Lord you are excellent, only you forevermore

Halle halleluyah, I sing to you a song

Tongues… (Interlude)

Halle halleluyah, I sing to you a song

Only you forevermore

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Em, oh Ayelelele ma ma... Chorus: Jesus, I mara mma eh Eze Jesus, I bu sor mma eh Ihe ikwuru ka I ga eme Ayamma eh eh Ihe ikwuru ka I ga eme Ayamma eh eh Okwa ihe ikwuru ka I ga emem Ayamm eh eh, ewo Onye oma mara mma eh Jesus, I mara mma eh Eze Jesus, I bu sor mma eh Ihe ikwuru ka I ga eme Ayamma eh eh Ihe ikwuru ka I ga eme Ayamma eh eh Ihe ikwuru ka I ga emem Ayamm eh eh Onye oma mara mma eh Verse 1: Mmm, make I tell you something Biko getenu mu nti This my God na helele Im name na agidigba Everyday He dey do me something, oya Oya see me counting, eh I no fit count oh Because even if I have a million years I no fit count wetin you dey do for me oh Na because of me they nailed you on the cross This love, this love, this love Oh, oh oh oh Chorus: Jesus, I mara mma eh Eze Jesus, I bu sor mma eh Ihe ikwuru ka I ga eme Ayamma eh eh Ihe ikwuru ka I ga eme Ayamma eh eh Ihe ikwuru ka I ga eme Ayamm eh eh Onye oma mara mma eh Ihe ikwuru ka I ga eme Ayamma eh eh Ihe ikwuru ka I ga eme Ayamma ...

Within the last of the tomb

Within the last of the tomb Are fresh and quick sand The hairs rough and needed comb Whom the owners sought for a land When bitterness taste like it is from honeycomb Men stood and roll their last band Not of victory but cry of a lost womb Of a child who was at hand Those left behind blasted by a bomb Their remains soon would turn manure sold for few rand Within the last of the tomb Are bodies which testify failure of a magic wand. By J_amaze.

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