Honor and Love Video (MV)

From the arms that first held us close,
To the hearts that guide us most,
In the warmth of a family's embrace,
We see the trace of God's own face.
'Honour your father and your mother,'
A command that binds us to each other.

Honour and love, it's a heavenly call,
Mercy from above, available to all.
In the giving and the living,
We find our truest calling,
Honour and love, let it be our shawl.

Through the years of laughter and tears,
In the moments, and the fears,
We're woven together by His hand,
In His command, we understand.
It's more than duty; it's a grace,
In every face, His mercy trace.

Honour and love, it's a heavenly call,
Mercy from above, available to all.
In the giving and the living,
We find our truest calling,
Honour and love, let it be our shawl.

Through the years of laughter and tears,
In the moments, and the fears,
We're woven together by His hand,
In His command, we understand.
It's more than duty; it's a grace,

In every flows in the respect we show,
A reflection of the love He bestows.
In every generation, a holy veneration,
A living, breathing, loving demonstration.

So, we honour not just in word,
But in the love that's seen and heard.
In the tenderness of our embrace,
In the grace of our shared space.
For in each other, we see His face,
In our family, we find His grace.

Honour and love, it's a heavenly call,
Mercy from above, available to all.
In the giving and the living,
We find our truest calling,
Honour and love, let it be our shawl.

In the tapestry of life, with its joy and strife,
Let honour and love cut through like a knife.
In our mothers, in our fathers, we find,
A glimpse of the Divine, merciful and kind.