A song made by benjamin emersons
A song made by benjamin emersons
From the concrete to the throne
Hallelujah, we made it home
I was lost in the streets, counting scars not blessings
Broken bottles, broken dreams, learned some painful lessons
But the Lord reached down in the darkest places
Found me in the struggle, showed me mercy and grace, yes
No silver spoon, just faith and survival
Every testimony here is a spiritual revival
Praise Him
This that ghetto gospel, hope from the bottom
When you got nothing left, He ain't forgot 'em
Raise your hands high, let the church say amen
From the struggle to the blessing, we gon' rise again
This that ghetto gospel, praise through the pain
Sunshine coming after all the rain
Thank You Jesus
They said we wouldn't make it, counted us all out
But God's been writing stories that the world talks about
From the projects to the pulpit, glory to glory
Every scar, every tear is part of the story
We worship in the struggle, we pray through the fight
His love's a lamp unto my feet, a beacon in the night
Yes Lord
This that ghetto gospel, hope from the bottom
When you got nothing left, He ain't forgot 'em
Raise your hands high, let the church say amen
From the struggle to the blessing, we gon' rise again
This that ghetto gospel, praise through the pain
Sunshine coming after all the rain
Hallelujah
From the concrete to the throne
Glory, we made it home