Where is My Honor?  1982

A Man honors his Father all his life,
And obeys his masters without any strife.
One little question arises from this truth,
A question to the old, a question to the youth.


If for a wage a man can be your boss,
If honoring your Father isn’t really a loss,
Then why have I become a Lord who isn’t feared,
Why am I the only Father not revered?


Where is my Honor, if I am your God?
Where is my Honor, will anyone applaud me?



If a Police car is following you down the boulevard,
Your attentions on your driving, you’re trying really hard.
To make you’re driving perfect, to make your driving sweet,
When a simple black and white is with you in the street.


There is something here I think you all should know
That Jesus Christ is with you everywhere you go!
Why then is it that, people can not see
That every single step is recognized by me?


Where is my Honor, if I am your God?
Where is my Honor, will anyone applaud me?

Where is my Honor, if I am your God?
Where is my Honor, will anyone applaud me?