paroles de chanson African Drum - Dwayne Tryumf

Jesus of Nazareth,
Resurrected Lazarus
Killed instead of Barabbas,
Healed the sick and powerless,
Threatened by the Pharisees
Questioned by the high priest
Frightened His disciples when He walked upon the high seas.
Who is He?
Savior and the Son of God,
Reasoned with the teachers and the leaders in the synagogue,
Reaching unbelievers like Zacchaeus in the sycamore tree,
Read Luke 19 and it will give you more, [Word].
More than a man they call Him I AM
They couldn't kill Him till He finished fulfilling the will of Elohim,
And if you think that Jesus ain't coming back
When you hear the thunder clap
You'll be like, 'What was that? ' {Worried}

Par-ra-pa-pa-pum
Sound of judgment like an African drum now
Lord I'm so happy happy,
You make me clappy clappy
Lord I'm so happy happy,
You make me clappy clappy, Yeah

Par-ra-pa-pa-pum
Sound of judgment like an African drum now
Lord I'm so happy happy,
You make me clappy clappy
Lord I'm so happy happy,
You make me clappy clappy, Yeah

Let the planet and the powers and the stars connect,
When I raise my hands to worship all the devils hit the deck,
With a desire to swim in the river of fire
I saw the eyes of the Messiah was calling me higher.
To prophesy to the revived Roman Empire
To get ready for the return of Moses and Elijah
When the sky gets brighter
It's the Son sitting on a horse, He's a rider.
Ultimate fighter,
Tatted up, King of Kings, Lord of Lords, Sing a hymn all applaud,
Stronger than a unicorn with a titanium horn
The Nazarite baby was born.
Spiritual hair longer than a bo bo dread
Jesus in the office of Melchizedek,
Coming in on a red eye
With a double edge sword,
Watch the heads fly.

Par-ra-pa-pa-pum
Sound of judgment like an African drum now
Lord I'm so happy happy,
You make me clappy clappy
Lord I'm so happy happy,
You make me clappy clappy, Yeah

Par-ra-pa-pa-pum
Sound of judgment like an African drum now
Lord I'm so happy happy,
You make me clappy clappy
Lord I'm so happy happy,
You make me clappy clappy, Yeah
{Here's what I think the Father would say}

Heaven is my lazy boy,
Earth is my foot stool,
I inhabit eternity as my residential,
But still the people are trying to rebuild a temple,
For me to dwell in the midst of evil is only temporal.
From the days of Noah,
To Sodom and Gomorrah,
The wrath of God will get bloody like a Manga horror,
I spare the man of honor,
Wicked are cannon fodder,
It's God who ran up on ya,
Who wrote the canon for ya.
My wrath is like the solar and lunar eclipse
Desolation is decreed and sent from my lips
On the gentiles and Jews who do wickedness
I swore in my wrath they will never enter my rest

Par-ra-pa-pa-pum
Sound of judgment like an African drum now
Lord I'm so happy happy,
You make me clappy clappy
Lord I'm so happy happy,
You make me clappy clappy, Yeah

Par-ra-pa-pa-pum
Sound of judgment like an African drum now
Lord I'm so happy happy,
You make me clappy clappy
Lord I'm so happy happy,
You make me clappy clappy, Yeah