BULLETS FLYING - Hannes Zegement Grove

BULLETS FLYING

Bullets flying, friends are crying
Why dear Jesus our government keeps lying
Work is lowering and corruption growing
And our president pretends not knowing

Bullets flying, colleagues are dying
Oh my Saviour my heart―crying
The things you made mine eyes to see
Why my God You engineered these circumstances to be?
    
Now my Lord there is a hit man on my case
Even the police team joined the chase
Cause of this country’s corruption never ending
Oh my, I’ll keep praying―my body always bending

Bullets flying the nation is buying
All the government’s selfish lying
All I can ask God Almighty from above
The world Thee created out of love
Send Your grace and mercy upon us like a graceful dove.