A bus station, in the steam from the rain In this line of pale strangers, should I go or stay? The whole field of vision, fades beneath me now And the
And I will sing for the meek Those who pray with their very lives for peace Though they're in chains for a higher call Their mourning will change into
Though I am small I've seen things far beyond these city walls The land is flat and it rolls for miles I don't know much I know I've many places yet to
I was a pilgrim in early life, I traveled at night Bound for Jordan just ten miles north of a civil war Immersed in mercy in holy flood that mingled with
No more my God, I boast no more Of all the duties I have done I quit the hopes I held before To trust the merits of Thy Son No more my God No more my
Laden with guilt and full of fears I fly to Thee my Lord And not a glimpse of hope appears But in Thy written word The volumes of my Father's grace Does
There's 40 acres and redemption to be found Just along down the way There is a place where no plow blade has turned the ground And you will turn it over
Lord, You are the maker of my heart The framer and reshaper of my soul Master and creator, healer and sustainer I will put my trust in You alone Teach
Looking back at the road so far The journey's left its share of scars Mostly from leaving the narrow and straight Looking back, it is clear to me that
Lord of all creation Of the water, earth and sky The Heavens are Your Tabernacle Glory to the Lord on high God of wonders, beyond our galaxy You are
Heart is a lonely thing to lose in the dead of the night The heart is a sad thing to lose in the throws of a fight The heart is a match to the fire And
I tried to know Every mystery Soon realized, no It was too much for me 'Cause most things true Are simple and complex So it is with you What else should
I am the woman at the well, I am the harlot I am the scattered seed that fell along the path I am the son that ran away And I am the bitter son that stayed
Well, it looks like five thousand miles broke the camel's back But it's not as though I had a plan to win you back Because I don't know what I want But
On an open stretch of freeway Underneath the canvas clouds The blackness after evening Swallowed everything around But just up ahead on the open horizon
Oh Lord I give You all I have but it seems so little When You have given me so much I come to You with empty hands and a heart that's fragile You come
So many miles behind Still, I drive with the pedal down I was off the map hours back It's beneath the seat, I think It's with two pennies and a match
This old heart's been left Out on my sleeve And I have paid as it's been rent Into pieces Seems everyone I've loved has Taken a bit of my insides I'm