He has Jupiter for a pillow, an angel choir for a lullaby, clouds for a blanket, and the moon is his night light. But he don't ever sleep, 'cause he's
Chorus When I get to glory, I?m gonna sing, sing, sing I?m gonna let the hallelujahs ring I?m gonna praise my blessed saviour?s name When I get to glory
So many years I cried ?cause my soul denied That He would save a wretch like me So full of gloom and dread that I hung my head I wouldn?t claim the
The other day i passed the place,you always liked to go and i picked up the phone because, i thought you wanna know but i forgot you weren't there i
If you could see What I once was If u could go with me Back to where I started from Then, I know you would see A miracle of Love that put me in it's sweet
He came down to my level When I couldn?t get up to His With a strong arm He lifted me up To show me what livin? is He?ll come down to your level if you
In the heat of the early morning On a hill they call the Skull The roaring of the angry mob had settled to a lull All eyes were cast upon the man whose
'Twas a life filled with aimless desperation Without hope walked the shell of a man; Then a hand with a nailprint stretched downward, Just one touch then
They all walked away, with nothing to say They'd just lost their dearest friend. All that He said, no He was dead, so this was the way it would end. The
Verse 1: Come, ye sinners, lost and lonely, Jesus? blood can make you free; For He saved the worst among you, When He saved a wretch like me. Chorus
Loving God, loving each other, Making music with my friends; Loving God, loving each other, And the music never ends. They pushed back from the table
I know a place A wonderful place Where accused and condemned Find mercy and grace Where the wrongs we have done And the wrongs done to us Were nailed
Among the local taverns they'll be a slack in business 'Cause Jesse's drinkin' came before the groceries and the rent Among the local women they'll
For an end it all celebration To begin eternity With a righteous congregation, This world's comin' to an end And it won't be long; The party's gonna'
When you grow up on blue highways And that's what you call home All the people would stop and stare At this old orphan of the road In the beginning they
I believe in a hill called mount calvary I believe whatever the cost And when time has surrendered And earth is no more I'll still cling to the old rugged
I saw the wayward traveler, in garments tattered clad, And traveling up the Mountain, it seemed that he was sad. His back was laden heavy, his strength
