He’s God

Walt Whitman and the Soul Children of Chicago

When I come into his presence
I humble myself
lift up both of my hands
and I begin to worhip him
I worship him

When I come into his presence
I humble myself
remembering what he’s done
the victories he’s won
I praise him, I praise him

For all he’s done for me
Released and set me free

And because just because
He’s God

God God my God
(hey , you don’t even need my help you’re God)
God God my God
(hey)
For all you’ve done for me
Redeemed and set me free
And because, just because(3x’s)
He’s God(8x’s)