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Chi di ndu








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CHI DI NDU








Chi-din-du is a song of testimony aimed as an evangelistic tool to further promote the name and the potency of the power of our lord Jesus on earth. 

The scriptures says that _the name of the Lord is a strong tower, the righteous run into it and are safe_ and that _at the mention of the name of Jesus, every knee must bow and tongues confess that Jesus is Lord._ 

These spiritual truths have produced facts 
overtime and ate the basis for this song. Hence, Chi-din-du  is a proclamation of God’s power and love for man, that assures the entire human race  that he (God ) is alive and  not dead, he lives in us and we in him.
The sound also further established his supremacy and Lordship over all.

The inspiration came to the song writer as  a result of hurdles, trial and temptations people are passing through and what our land  and territory is going through, and people are wondering if God is still alive and he is still on the throne, here comes Chidindu , when you're faced with the storms of life, when the clouds unfold their wings of strife, when the strong tides lift, and the cables strain,While your hopes abide within the veil,an anchor that keeps the soul steadfast and sure while the billows roll, fastened to the Rock which cannot move, grounded firm and deep in the Savior’s love.


Chidindu is produced by the ever dynamic and fastest growing producer Hezekiah and recorded at Studio in Abuja, Nigeria.

Name of the song :Chi di ndu
Name of artiste: Gospel G
Name of producer: Hezekiah
Year of production: 2018

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