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Looking for the pretty notes I strain my ear to hear
that melody of Holy song t elling me you are near.
No minor chords of sad goodbye or Sin’s death and decay.
No more lies and darkened skies to distort my journeys way.
I listen for the harmony of your singing clear and sweet
The pretty notes of your presence your love song on repeat…
He didn’t walk away from me at Calvary
so I know he will never abandon me here.
I approach you my King without dread or fear.
To your Throne I am drawn which is adorned with your Grace
though the dirty city mist tries to fog my eyes and face
but I know these lies are not true
so I choose to continue to worship You!
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Round and round the evil spins
traps young girls and kills young men
There is no right or wrong, no right or wrong.
Over and over inside my head I hear babies crying from the dead,
It’s been too long, it’s been too long.
The blood spills out, the drugs run in but we no longer call it sin,
can’t be long, it can’t be long.
Over and over inside my head I hear the words that Jesus said,
It won’t be long, it won’t be long.
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We always thought we could protect our children
we know God will provide each need.
Now we are called to walk through dark times
to stand in what we believe.
Our sturdy roofs are crumbling it seems
but what if a better view is in the stars now overhead?
I will take the hand of Jesus by Faith
as he leads us home His way instead.
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I have held you from the beginning
Your innocence is a healing balm
Your laughter makes the world all right
Your smile gives peace and calm
You will not remember these infant days
When I rocked you in my arms
You will never know how you saved me
after my Mom was gone
I will not see you everyday
But you will still be my sunrise
I see your Mama in your face
and my Savior in your eyes
“ Do not fear your emotions. Let your sorrow wash over you, give into your feelings, and you will be better for it, as God is with you along the way to healing. The honest cries of a broken heart are a sacred Hallelujah.”
God comforts us in our darkest times, so we can have strength to give others help and strength during the worst times. We look to God as example on how to provide comfort and love during times of sorrow.
“The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit.” Psalm 34:18
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The great and mighty King’s table
spread with a feast for days
Nobleman and ladies there
to revel in majestic displays
But at the head of the table
sat a crippled man
He held the place of highest honor
He is the Son of the King’s best friend.
2 Samuel 9
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Ruby love did you lose your love?
so hard to know what’s coming’ down
Ruby love did he use your love?
spinning your dreams around
Ruby love do you love the blues?
flying high and getting down
Ruby love the blues love you
put on your dancing’ gown
Lets go dancing’ Ruby
Lets put our lipstick on
Lets go uptown sweet Ruby
the way we did when we were young
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The way I see the colors
got no good reason to hide.
Where the sky and sea collide
the Sunrise is on the other side.
I will die a wanderer in a foreign land.
Listen to the Living Water calling me home.
That living call bids me Come, for sure
down to the River edge
flowing so rich and pure!
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Every part is beautiful.
Every wave is different.
Every seashell my passioned treasure.
Every color of blue and green soothes my soul.
There is music in the rolling of water to shore.
The seagulls sing harmony in a minor key.
The eastern morning sun rises like Heaven’s coda.
The sunset in the West a goodnight lullaby from God.
I kiss the sea oats whispering secrets to the dunes.
I love even the dried saltwater upon the pathway stones.
I am a Texas girl through and through,
but my Florida beach is the place I have to return to.
A tether, a life line in it’s order to refuel and renewal.
Just me, God, and the salty sea, my triage
It is all a gift of dreams to me that I gratefully adore