Blessings, oh, it’s bringing me joy
Open-handed, open-handed, uh
They can’t stand it, I didn’t land it, uh
Off Atlantic, how we planned it, uh
Keep it candid, they can’t manage us
No need to muzzle an ox
But what Elohim blesses, it may puzzle the ops
Men of the cloth, oppositional art
Better cause minute it’ll stop
you’ll it not, so
They want bulk like it’s Costco
But what they need hope for the gospel
To the brothels, of this
Destruction His blessings are colossal
Blessings, oh, it’s bringing me joy
Blessings, oh, it’s bringing me joy
Blessings, oh, it’s bringing me joy
keep falling me
Surrendering of me for to see
to get, just to be
I don’t wanna what’s in the master’s hand
Rather let of control, submit to the master’s plan
They’re wearing this fear of living in the wrath of man
much a pastor do for them to see the sham
much a coach do, the rest me to in you
I’m depleted or I’m gonna grow more close to you
Blessings, oh, it’s bringing me joy
bringing me joy
Blessings, oh, it’s bringing me joy
bringing me joy