Laura loves her little family,. And she's the kind of woman who loves them with her life.. But sometimes in the evening,. When the world rests on her shoulders.
(Oh....). . Let me say once more that I love you,. Let me say one time, maybe two,. That I love the way that you love me,. And I wish I knew more of you..
Rocking around the Christmas tree at the Christmas party hop. Mistletoe hung where you can see every couple tries to stop. Rocking around the Christmas tree, let the Christmas spirit ring.
We've got our little fingers workin' hard. On the trains and dolls and cars. Hurryin' ''cause Santa's a-waitin'. Soldiers marchin' out the door. Carryin' the toys galore.
Rock of ages, cleft for me. Let me hide myself in Thee. Rock of ages, cleft for me. Let me hide myself in Thee. . Let the water and the blood. From Thy riven side which flowed.
Christopher Robin and I walked along. Under branches lit up by the moon. Posing our questions to Owl and Eeyore. As our days disappeared all too soon.
Hush now, my baby; be still love, don't cry. Sleep as you're rocked by the stream. Sleep and remember, my last lullaby. So I'll be with you when you dream.
When all goodbyes. Are said and done. And nighttime finds you home. Are you all right. To spend a night. Of being all alone?. . And do you hide. Between the lines.
Oh Lord, how many are Thy works. In wisdom Thou hast made them all. The earth is full of Thy possessions. There is the sea great and broad. . In which are swarms without number.
Sometimes my life just don't make sense at all. And the mountains look so big, and my faith just seems so small. So hold me, Jesus, I'm shakin' like a leaf.
So, you've handed in your resignation,. Contemplatin' why nothin' turns out right.. A little fed up with all the disappointments,. So what's the point in wastin' any time?.
She's looking back to see if he's looking at her. They talk without any words. And with a smile, he's moving heaven and earth. She dreams of holding him tight.
January, February, March,. The days are marching forward. April, May, June and July. They fly like a hummingbird. August, September, October. The year is almost over.
They were the sweetest words I'd ever heard. My heart could barely take it in. Like water offered to the lips. Of a tired and thirsty man. . 'cause it's a tangled web of woven.
Guess I've got a lot of learning to do. About the way that you love.. If it had been left up to me,. I'd given up a long time ago.. But you've got a way of wooing me,.