Sunday 12 February 2012

R.I.P Whitney Houston from Ghana……










I Look to You: Sung by Whitney Houston

As I lay me down,
heaven hear me now.
I'm lost without a cause
after giving it my all.

Winter storms have come
and darkened my sun.
After all that I've been through
Who on earth can I turn to?

[Refrain]
I look to you.
I look to you.
After all my strength is gone,
in you I can be strong
I look to you.
I look to you.
And when melodies are gone,
in you I hear a song.
I look to you.

About to lose my breathe,
there's no more fighting left,
Sinking to rise no more,
searching for that open door.

And every road that I've taken
lead to my regret.
And I don't know if I'm going to make it.
Nothing to do but lift my head


[Refrain]
I look to you.
I look to you.
After all my strength is gone,
in you I can be strong
I look to you.
I look to you.
And when melodies are gone,
in you I hear a song.
I look to you.

My levees are broken
My walls have come
tumbling down on me

The rain is falling.
Defeat is calling.
I need you to set me free.

Take me far away from the battle.
I need you.
Shine on me.

[Refrain]
I look to you.
I look to you.
After all my strength is gone,
in you I can be strong
I look to you.
I look to you.
And when melodies are gone,
in you I hear a song.
I look to you.

Paulina Opoku-Gyimah says: Ghana Rising’s thoughts and prayers go out to Whitney Houston and Bobby Brown’s daughter, Bobbi Kristina Brown’s at this incredibly sad time!!! Ghana Rising’s prays life in her every being/situation, peace like a river and God’s unchanging love into her present and future. We place Bobbi Kristina Brown into the palms of Gods hand -knowing that she will never perish, or be snatched from there -and that no weapon formed against her -shall prosper [in the mighty name of Jesus] Amen!!!!


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1 comment:

  1. IT'S NOT RIGHT BUT IT'S OK
    WE WILL MAKE IT ANY WAY
    IN MY HEART IN MY DREAMS
    WHITNEY WILL BE FOREVER THE QUEEN

    R.I.P NIPPY

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