Annie Bethancourt

yesterday, the woods I was walking saw a man
kneeling down at the water's edge
then he bowed his head and he dove right in
and as the ocean body's might arm
the river carried him long
and as he passed me by
his face was facing sky
and he was singing

glory, hallelujah
I've got nothing and I've got everything I need

oh I'm a wayward child, I know its true
but your miracles, well I seen a few
so in the belly of a whale
I'll keep my lamp lit
and after fiery flames of red and gold
to the lion's den and the giant sword
you will see my lips kiss the dirt
whispering like a prayer

glory, hallelujah
I've got nothing and I've got everything I need
glory, hallelujah
I've got nothing and I've got everything I need

oh humble people hold onto hope
the kings build up walls
climbing higher to a mightier fall
from their fortresses and parapets
there they'll sit surrounded by riches
and crumbling stone
lamenting their memories
and crying their woes
while you and me on golden streets
our voices ring

glory glory glory glory
glory, hallelujah
we've got nothing and we've got everything we need
sing with me, sing with me
glory, hallelujah
we've got nothing and we've got everything we need