HOLD MY HANDS

I stand here remembering those years, the other name I bear was "Mr struggle"

I remember those years, I tried going home smiling but always went home crying

I remember those years I did all I could to smile into dreamland but always cursed with tears to order my soul into dreamland

Now I am smiling to those years, the moment I allowed him to hold my hand, the story of my life suddenly ceased

Comparing my past to my present is a story people are finding hard to believe

I had once kissed the devil and publicly denied the calling of Jesus, now I stand for Jesus

Hey my guy, if you can allow him to hold your hand, you are assured of victory

If you can hold his hands, your feet are assured of being ordered to the palace of kings and queens where you will eat and dine with them

Nations will tremble at the sound of your voice, only if you can hold his hands


If you can allow him to hold your hands, I see red sea departing before you at the sound of your feet

If you can allow him to hold your hands,I  see mountains crushing down for your sakee

I see kings having unlimited sleepless nights for your testimonies

I see kingdoms panting and sweating for your testimonies

I see your enemies trembling to gather the crumbs under your table


I see you reaping where you don't even sow


Only if you can allow him to hold your hands


If you can hold the hands of Jesus, victory is all you will have on your report card

Only Jesus can make a way, where there seems to be no way


Stop longing thing


Victories outside Jesus' cycle is without fidelity


Thanks for reading(I love you)