We've come to lift our hands. To sing and do our dance. We've come to rejoice in the Lord. To praise Him for what He's done. And for all the victories won.
Verse 1. Here we are again to celebrate, the goodness of Jesus in this place. Lift up your voices and shout out loud. Cause theres a praise and its in the house.
We've come to lift our hands. To sing and do our dance. We've come to rejoice in the Lord. To praise Him for what He's done. . And for all the victories won.
That enormous ego. That you got. I fed it. Drove you. Saw the clock. I sped it. Called you. And you left me hanging again. So, why you gotta make me the caboose?.
From the north to the south. From the east to the west. We're praying all over this beautiful planet. For peace in the world, peace. . Check this out, lookin' in my heart.
These pearls from my mother, passed down from her mother. Of everything they gave me, I treasure them most. Cant wear them, cant hold them, dont come from the ocean.
me and my truck like to hit the streets. see just how many pretty girls we can meet after 2 AM on the weekend. there was a 9 out of 10 standing outside the bar.
You may not like it but you soon will. And if it hurts, then I'll do it more. Just say nothing, leave it all to me. Give it all you got, baby. . And it's so for you know, yeah.
G-d gave me these words which I injected into my veins.. They come to mind by circulating past my warm brain.. They help me when Im low on power when Im low on gas..
You're young and beautiful some would call you a slut.. All you can give is a paper cut your porn.. You're hot and its dry and the dust devil spins on the plan..
We need to live for today just stop looking only for pie in heavens sky.. Dont you know once there you will be brought back to planet earth. to this land again we will re occupy..
These days I seem to be. At a loss of reality. Surrounded by, shrouded by the walls. Glass eyes don't try to see the sun anymore. . Surrounded by my fear, don't know.
I'll not want for longing,. it causes heartache yet this singularity burns just the same. Hope for ash of memory, this is pure agony. Eyes, they are too blind to see, this is pure agony.
Tucked in the woods. Near North Chicago. Early November. Commences our saga. Two loved in silence. For fear of corruption. Then fate chimed in. With an evil grin and a mighty interruption.
You tell me that you love me, baby. Then you say you don't. You tell me that you'll come on over. Then you say you won't. . You love me like a hurricane.
Why does it happen to the worst?. Twisted words, twisted world. The kind are so far-fetched. Penny in a bucket rings out a chime. Time when you reach out.