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Song lyrics: Take Over by HenriSoul


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 After the uplighting Dere Du, HenriSoul is out with new Rock jam titled Take over. It’s a song of intimacy and for every Christian who want God to handle his affairs. The lyrics below:

Take Over lyrics:

Guide me guide me, Jesus
Lead me lead me, Jesus oh
Take over

Your will your will not mine
Your way your way not mine oh
Take over

Jesus, hide me, hide me in your love
Spirit, clothe me, clothe me with your grace
Jesus, hide me, hide me in your love
Spirit, clothe me, clothe me with your grace
Take over, take over…



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