Jimmy Needham Regardless
I’ve been through the world
And back again and back again
And I’ve found a man that claims he’s your friend
May I go to him and trouble him and trouble him
Until that man sins
Oh my everything, my everything is gone
And I am burdened with all of these afflictions
What he lent to me he also took away
May the name of the LORD be praised
When he saves the day
All the world will say
When he saves the day
All the world will say
Be glorified, be magnified
Our El Shaddai
Praise Adonai
We cry holy, we cry holy, we cry holy
Adonai
How shiny is this statue made of gold
Everyone bow down and worship as you’re told
I’ll be the antithesis of happiness
Unless you praise this way
This furnace is the consequence for all who disobey
Chorus
