Oh God, give me strength © Donna Rae Lands
Oh, God, give me strength to endure.
Grant the wisdom of sir and her.
Heal us up to carry our victor’s cup.
Come one, come all, and meet in our destiny hall.
It was songs of sorry and worried about tomorrow.
Oh, God gives me strength to endure.
Some cheat to retreat whilst others retire in defeat.
It was a selection of deflection.
Heal us up to carry the victor’s cup.
What a cost for charities lost.
Losing and losing for all their choosing.
Oh, God, give me strength to endure.
The matrix of illusion becomes our delusion.
Our spirit shall never fall for uniting is our eternal call.
Heal us up to carry our victor’s cup.
We saw the empty crevasse, to keep the mass of the enslaved lower class.
Political oppressions became the world’s depression.
Oh God, give me strength to endure.
The wolves did betray and led all the sheep astray.
Where do we begin to search for the brothers grimm?
Heal us up to carry our victor’s cup.
Oh God, give me strength to endure.
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