When you walk through a storm hold your head up high And don't be afraid of the dark At the end of a storm is a golden sky And the sweet silver song of
If I have wounded any soul today If I have caused one's foot to go astray If I have walked in my own willful way Dear Lord, forgive Forgive the sins
Pour the oil on troubled waters Come around, lay down arms Rest between the pure in heart and persecuted Sound alarms to make calm Mend the fence convincing
I know there's a place that you call your own And you're safe and warm and you feel like you're home And the peace of it and the faith involved And you
Once I stood in the night with my head bowed low In the darkness as black as could be And my heart felt alone and I cried "Oh Lord, don't hide Your face
My sweet love, I'll take you there Comin' for to carry you home I'll take you down to water Comin' for to carry you home No more weary, no more tired
i know there's a place that you call your own and you're safe and warm and you feel like yo're home and the peace of it and the faith involved and you
Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah ...
Here comes the Gospel story of Noah's Ark When God looked down on this whole world His heart was heavy and sad The world He'd made and the man He'd loved
It will make a weak man mighty It will make a mighty man fall It will fill your heart and hands Or leave you with nothing at all It's the eyes for the
(kinky friedman, roger friedman) He was just an old-time preacher on the ol' time radio But they never learn to listen till they lived enough to know.
The gospel according to tony day The gospel according to tony day The gospel according to tony day If I find a girl he'll take her away Rotten tony!
Shackled by a heavy burden Beneath a load of guilt and shame Then the hand of Jesus touched me And now I am no longer the same For He touched me, Yes
Amazing grace, oh, how sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me I once was lost, but now I'm found Was blind, but now I see When we've been there
Oh well, I'm tired and so weary But I must go alone Till the Lord comes and calls Calls me away, oh yes Well, the morning's so bright And the lamp is
Well, children by and by when the morning comes All the saints of God gather at home We will tell the story of how we overcome And we'll understand it
I long to be His possession Oh, He is my everything I remember my days of darkness Without sunshine or sight to lead the way Then a whisper of His voice
Well you rock my soul Down in the bosom of Abraham Rock, rock, rock down in the bosom of Abraham He rocks my soul down in the bosom of Abraham Well a