(Hallelujah!)
Oya, clear road make I dance!
Listen to my story oh
My story don change, Oluwa se un
From the clay to the mountain, I dey sing my song
No more wahala, only grace I dey see
What God has done, e too sweet oh for me
I remember those days when the pocket dey dry
Every night for my room, I just dey ask why
But Baba look my side, E say "my pikin, don't cry"
Now the blessing dey flow, e dey go sky high
(Praise God!)
My story don change, Oluwa se un
From the clay to the mountain, I dey sing my song
No more wahala, only grace I dey see
What God has done, e too sweet oh for me
They say I no go make am, they say I go fail
But Chukwu na-eme mma, my boat don sail
With the palm wine guitar, and the shekere sound
I dey testify to the whole world around
(Ah-ah!)
Where would I be without Your mercy?
Where would I be without Your love?
Oya see the blessing, see the ginger, see the light!
My story don change, Oluwa se un
From the clay to the mountain, I dey sing my song
No more wahala, only grace I dey see
What God has done, e too sweet oh for me
Oluwa se un...
E too sweet oh!
(Glory!)
Yeah, we praise Your name
No dulling at all at all.