Lyrics Raise Your Hands - Saint

Raise Your Hands

«With the father there is no fear»
The blind~To see
The deaf~To speak
The lame~To walk
These things are written down
To account for what he’S done
Lay your guns on the ground
No more killing in gods town
Praise the one who’S coming back
To see it right
There’S no turning back
In his love anything is possible
In his love anything is Raise your hands in the air
If you believe in love
Coming down from heaven
So let it be written
So, so let it be done
You can, hang on to gods love
Or you can, hang on to your gun