New Song: Pillar by Geerave

Pilar by Geerave is a song comes with a special tune that matches its special praise lyrics.

"Pillar" is a breathtaking, lyrical,
and brilliantly sung post birthday thanksgiving jamz by Gospel artist, Geerave, which is the singer's own way of saying "thank you" to a God who has stood by him through times.

The song's cover graphically portrays a pillar icon infused into the song title to form "pillar" which infers God's ability to fill up the gap of human weaknesses and insufficiencies when in dire need.

The song was brilliantly mixed by creative ace producer, Dolybim.

Indeed the song is memorable and you can't wait to put in on replay. Thumbs up to the artist and his team on this one.

To listen and download, click here. And don't forget to drop your comment below in the comments section.

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