Letra da Música God Of All de Matthew Ward

It's a curiosity how easy it is for me
To judge someone by what I see
When I know down deep inside
There's still things that I hide
I don't want anyone to see

He is the God of all
The weak and the small
The ones who hear his voice or are deaf to his call
The iron-fisted man the kings of the land
He holds us all within the love of his hand

Should I like someone by the way they appear
Or love them less for things they say
I have an example
One that's very clear
He doesn't look at me that way

He is the God of all of us
The weak and the small
The ones who hear his voice
Or the ones who are deaf to his call
The iron-fisted man or the kings that rule over the land
He holds us all within the power of his mighty hand