Yolanda Adams

u have the power, to make the seasons change
the rivers flow for u, the wind whispers your name
for me let your throne and traded
crowns for thorns instead
I'm saved within, not by your skin
but because your blood was red

we maybe different, but the God we serve is the same
every Sunday we separate
and bring the father pain
his name is (higher than any other)
but you took my praise and said, " I doesn't matter what colour you are oh jesus
(as long as your blood was red)

to the hi-highest mountain
and it falls to the lowest valley
ohhhh the blood (the blood), it gives me
(that gives me strength, from day-to day)
it will never lose its power
it will never (it will never lose its power)