Lawrence Oyor - Favour Lyrics
Released: 30 Jan 2025
Lyrics
Intro:
This sound is going around the world
Angels of favour are going to be released
As these sounds are listened to all around the globe
Favour, favour, favour, favour, favour like a shield
Verse 1:
Favour, it surrounds me like a shield
And it will cover me from now
Until the day I see my King
Lift your voice and shout favour
Favour, it surrounds me like a shield
It will cover me from now (Ah)
Until the day I see my King (Shout it louder, favour)
Favour, it surrounds me like a shield
It will cover me from now
Until the day I see my King (The next one)
Verse 2:
Power, it's erupting from within (It is moving me)
It is moving me from now (Until the day)
Until the day I see my King (Agbara, power!)
Power, it's erupting from within (It is moving me from now)
It is moving me from now (Are you sure?)
Until the day I see my King (One more time, power)
Power, it's erupting from within (It is moving me from now)
It is moving me from now (Until the day)
Until the day I see my King (Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire)
Verse 3:
Fire, it is burning up my soul (It is driving me from now)
It is driving me from now (Until the day)
Until the day I see my King (Shout fire)
Fire, it is burning up my soul (And it is driving me from now)
It is driving me from now (Until the day)
Until the day I see my King (One more time, fire)
Fire, it is burning up my soul (It is driving me now)
It is driving me from now (Until the day)
Until the day (The next one now)
Verse 4:
Angels, they are all around me now
And they are following me from now (Until to the day)
Until to the day I see my King (Angels)
Angels, they are all around me now
They are following me from now (Until the day)
Until the day I see my King (See what you are saying, you are surrounded, angels)
Angels, they are all around me now (They are following me from now)
They are following you from now (They are following you)
Until the day I see my King (One more time shouting, angels)
Angels, they are all around me now
They are following me from now (Until the day)
Until the day I see my King (Mercy, oh)
Verse 5:
Mercy (Come on, shout it)
It has washed away my sin
And it is opening doors for me (Oh)
Until the day I see my King (Mercy, oh)
Mercy (Oh)
It has washed away my sin
And it is opening doors for me (Mercy is opening doors)
Until the day I see my King (Favour)
Verse 6:
Favour (Just the voices)
It surrounds me like a shield
It will cover me from now (Until the day)
Until the day I see my King (Your hands, favour)
Favour, it surrounds me like a shield
It will cover me from now (Until the day)
Until the day I see my King (One more time, favour)
Favour, it surrounds me like a shield
And it will cover me from now (Until the day)
Until the day I see my King (One last time, say it loud)
Outro:
Favour, it surrounds me like a shield
And it will cover me from now
Until the day I see my King
Come on, celebrate Jesus
Video
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Meaning & Inspiration
The air in the pigsty doesn’t just leave your clothes. It clings to your pores. You can scrub until your skin is raw, but when the wind shifts, you still catch the scent of that place—the husks, the waste, the absolute wreckage of a life spent running.
Lawrence Oyor’s Favour hit me while I was still trying to figure out why I was allowed back inside the house in the first place.
There’s a line here that wrecked me: "Mercy... It has washed away my sin / And it is opening doors for me."
Most of the time, I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop. I’m waiting for the Father to walk out with a ledger and start tallying up what I cost Him. I figure that if He lets me in, I should be standing in the corner, head down, grateful for the crumbs. But Oyor isn’t singing about standing in the corner. He’s singing about being shielded, about being followed by angels, about doors swinging wide open.
It feels scandalous. Psalm 5:12 says, "Surely, Lord, you bless the righteous; you surround them with your favor as with a shield." But I’m not the righteous one. I’m the one who smelled like death yesterday. How does a shield fit someone who was perfectly happy to be destroyed?
Maybe that’s the point I keep missing. The favor isn’t a reward for being clean. It’s the very thing that makes the cleaning possible.
I think about that erupting power he mentions—"Power, it’s erupting from within." That sounds violent, doesn't it? It’s not a polite, Sunday-morning ripple. It’s an eruption. It reminds me of the fire that burned in Jeremiah’s bones. When you’ve been in the dark, the light doesn't just flicker on; it feels like it’s breaking things open. It’s disruptive. It’s the scandal of grace that doesn’t just forgive the mess, but actually sets the mess on fire so that nothing of the old, broken self remains.
I’m still getting used to the heat. I’m still checking the mirror to see if I’m really here, if the robe on my back is real or just a dream. People talk about being found like it’s a gentle stroll back to the porch. It wasn’t like that for me. It was a collision. And hearing this song, with that violin slicing through the noise, it feels like that collision is still happening.
I don’t know if I’ll ever stop smelling the smoke, but when the doors open—the ones I didn’t earn and certainly didn’t build—I think I’m finally starting to believe I’m allowed to walk through them. Not because I’m fixed, but because He decided I was worth the shield.