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Looking for the pretty notes I strain my ear to hear
that melody of Holy song telling 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
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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
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He said he could never forget his city girl angel
under the silver moon of the Lone Star state
A fast moving Angel with lightening in her eyes
she could never abide anyone being fake
She loves the deep blue sea and the endless Texas sky
She is not a big crier but doesn’t like goodbyes
Sunday morning Allelujahs clear through Saturday night
She is his city girl angel with honey in her smile
He said no one can forget his city girl angel
She is kind and funny and wild
So the night she died on that Texas highway
She simply smiled at him and took her flight
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I can’t seem to settle down
Feeling called to big sky
Times are hitting hard
The fear is a lie.
The Wilderness isn’t optional
Jesus went there too
I will trust him in this place
where only His Word is true.
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The River Song shall make us glad
when the mountain’s snows melt above.
The swelling waters giving drink below
it’s melody quenching our thirst for love.
The River Song shall lead us homeward bound
where heaven and earth can never meet
Here we shall find His Kindness all around
it’s melody reveals the hope we keep.
So take me down to the River
Take me there where I may also sing
Of the beauty of your Holiness
And worship you as my King.
And this hope will not lead to disappointment. For we know how dearly God loves us, because he has given us the Holy Spirit to fill our hearts with his love.
Romans 5:5 NLT