Days of Old

Album: Prodigal Son

Like Jonah at the bottom of the sea,
Seaweed head wrapped like a pony tail,
I’m crying to Yahweh please lift me up,
Save me please from the belly of the whale.
With out God the soul is a prisoner,
To know God releases the soul.
Like way back in the days of old.
Like Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego,
Throw in the furnace bound and chained.
I was crying to Yahweh, please lift me up, send me please,

 Ten times hotter flame.
With out God the soul is a prisoner
To know God releases the soul
Like way back in the days of old
Like Samson dancing for the philistines
Dreadlocks shaved of his head
I cried to Yahweh please lift me up
Return my power I had as a dread
With out God the soul is a prisoner
To know God releases the soul
Like way back in the days of old
Like Elijah ascending in the sky
He rode the wind in  “chariots of fire”.
I was crying to Yahweh please lift me up
Your love keeps lifting me higher
With out God the soul is a prisoner
To know God releases the soul
Like way back in the days of oldHe rode the ave