I follow the night
Can’t stand the light
When will I begin
To live again?
One day I’ll fly away
Leave all this to yesterday
What more could your Love do for me?
When will Love be through with me?
Why live life from dream to dream?
And dread the day when dreaming ends
One day I’ll fly away
Leave all this to yesterday
Why live life from dream to dream?
And dread the day when dreaming ends
One day I’ll fly away
Fly, fly away
What would you do what would you do if Jesus came to spend some time with you
If Jesus came to your house to spend a day or two
If he came unexpectedly I wonder what you’d do
When you saw him comin’ would you meet him at the door
With arms outstretched and welcome to your heavenly visitor
Or would you need to change some things before you’d let him in
Like to burn some magazines and put the Bible where they’d been
Oh I know you’d give your nicest room to such an honored guest
And all the food you’d serve to him would be the very best
But what about your family conversation would it keep up its normal pace
And would you find it hard each meal to say a table grace
Would you be glad to have him meet your very closest friends
Or hope that maybe they’d stay away until his visit ends
Would you be glad to have him stay forever on and on
Or sigh of great relief when finally he’d gone
You know it might be interesting to know the things you’d do
If Jesus came in person to spend some time with you
What would you do what would you do if Jesus came to spend some time with you
The little girl she said to me
What are these things that I can see
Each night when I come home from school
And mama calls me in for tea
Oh every night a baby dies
And every night a mama cries
What makes those men do what they do
To make that person black and blue
Grandpa says their happy now
They sit with God in paradise
With angels’ wings and still somehow
It makes me feel like ice
Tell me there’s a heaven
Tell me that it’s true
Tell me there’s a reason
Why I’m seeing what I do
Tell me there’s a heaven
Where all those people go
Tell me they’re all happy now
Papa tell me that it’s so
So do I tell her that it’s true
That there’s a place for me and you
Where hungry children smile and say
We wouldn’t have no other way
That every painful crack of bones
Is a step along the way
Every wrong done is a game plan
To that great and joyful day
And I’m looking at the father and the son
And I’m looking at the mother and the daughter
And I’m watching them in tears of pain
And I’m watching them suffer
Don’t tell that little girl
Tell me
Tell me there’s a heaven
Tell me that it’s true
Tell me there’s a reason
Why I’m seeing what I do
Tell me there’s a heaven
Where all those people go
Tell me they’re all happy now
Papa tell me that it’s so
I was watching a Mark Lowry video last night. There were a few thoughts I thought were worth pondering….
“Even if you don’t see a miracle, you can choose to believe”
“My faith is a flickering light – I just have to remember what I saw in the light and keep walking.”
There were some songs witn interesting lyrics…and here are some I could find…
Some things never change…
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Home where I belong…
Lyrics from “I am” of Hillary Duff… Can’t help but think it’s about me. So much like me….there are some who think am an angel and there are others who think I am such a pain in life… I know I can be both….
A big thank you for those who think I am wonderful and a bigger sorry for those who find me a pain….
I’m an angel, I’m a devil
I am sometimes in between
I’m as bad it can get
And good as it can be
Sometimes I’m a million colors
Sometimes I’m black and white
I am all extremes
Try figure me out you never can
There’s so many things I am
I am special
I am beautiful
I am wonderful
I’m powerful
Unstoppable
Sometimes I’m miserable
Sometimes I’m pitiful
But that’s so typical of all the things I am
I’m someone filled with self-belief
I’m haunted by self-doubt
I’ve got all the answers
I’ve got nothing figured out
I like to be by myself
I hate to be alone
I’m up and I am down
But that’s part of the thrill
Part of the plan
Part of all of the things I am
I am special
I am beautiful
I am wonderful
I’m powerful
Unstoppable
Sometimes I’m miserable
Sometimes I’m pitiful
But that’s so typical of all the things I am
I’m a million contradictions
Sometimes I make no sense
Sometimes I’m perfect
Sometimes I’m a mess
Sometimes I’m not sure who I am
I am special
I am beautiful
I am wonderful
And powerful
Unstoppable
Sometimes I’m miserable
Sometimes I’m pitiful
But that’s so typical of all the things I am
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