If I had my way, I must admit If I called every play of the game I'd pray for good times, blue ky and sunshine And I'd avoid with a passion any pain
Smile, make 'em think you're happy Lie, and say that things are fine And hide that empty longing that you feel Don't ever show it Just keep your heart
Almighty, most Holy God Faithful through the ages Almighty, most Holy God Glorious, Almighty God The beasts of the field, the birds of the air Are silent
We work the field of souls Together you and I Some fields are blooming now Other fields are dry We are not the same But differences aside We will work
I'm trying hard not to think you unkind But Heavenly Father If you know my heart Surely you can read my mind Good people underneath the sea of grief
Somewhere in the world today A little girl will go out ot play All dressed up in mama's clothes At least the way that I suppose it goes Somewhere in
There are watercolour ponies On my refrigerater door And the shape of something I don't really recognize Drawn by careful little fingers And put proudly
Would I know You now if You walked into the room If you stilled the crowd, iIf You light dispelled the gloom And if I saw Your wounds--Touched Your thorn
Trouble knockin' on your window pane, Stormy weather at your door. And the outlook for the day ahead like the day before. People tell you prayin' changes
Where are you taking me-why are we turning here This road is strange to me-this path is not so clear Must be the place where my doubt turns to faith
