Well who wouldn't notice the fire in your eyes? Or the bitter direction of impending goodbyes? I'm fallin', I'm folded, I'm welded in place At the sight
You Make Me Feel Like a Man Verse 1 Well, It's so good to see your face again. It's so good to hold your hand. And it's so good to kiss your
I may look like a city slicker Shinin' up through his shoes Underneath I'm just a cotton picker Pickin' out a mess of blues Show me where I start Find
Are you a stranger to God Carried away with your pride? Tell me sinner, do you ever stop and think? Are you afraid to die? Are you afraid? Are you unsaved
I've traveled every highway Down every dusty road Beneath the silver moonlight I counted every star that shone I've seen all special places Everybody
Talk about suffering here below And let's keep a-followin' Jesus Talk about suffering here below And let's keep a-lovin' Jesus The gospel train is comin
My hope is built on nothing less Than Jesus blood and righteousness I dare not trust the sweetest frame But wholly lean on Jesus name On Christ the solid
They didn't own a house No crib, no toys were waiting Still, they had their love For the child they were anticipating He was born one winter night On
He's been wounded already in the struggle of life Battered by raging storm of strife Caught in a whirlwind of heartbreak and pain And blinded by it's
Oh, I'm thinking of you little darling On the day that we first met And those words sweetheart that you told me I'm sure I'll never forget Oh, someday
Hold whatcha got, I'm a-coming home, baby Hold whatcha got and I don't mean maybe Been a-thinking about you and I'm on my way Don't sell the house and
There's more pretty girls than one More pretty girls than one Any old town that I ramble all around in There's more pretty girls than one Mama talked
Off somewhere the music's playing soft and low And another holds the one that I love so I was blind I could not see that you meant the world to me But
naked, alone, cold cobblestones they beat Him until the blood ran they brought Him to die, on a cross, up on-high with spikes through His feet and His
Go and get your prophets Gather all your fools The four-hundred fifty And then bring a couple bulls A little preperation So be sure and bring some tools
A Work of Love What could make a man go up On a cross to die for us Just when the devil's push had come to shove What could leave the empty grave Carrying
I received the letter you wrote, dear In which you said you'd wait for me I'm asking you to please not wait, dear It will only ruin your life I see Please
Your love is colder than a foggy river Flowing over a heart of stone You left me stranded on this foggy river Drifting helpless and alone Can't escape
