[Chorus]. If not now, tell me when. If not now, tell me when.. We may never see this moment. Or place in time again. If not now, if not now, tell me when..
Just a little hand can be a great big help. It can make a big difference. And there's a better plan than to do this ourselves. There is another point of reference and.
Now that he's gone. Now the world has moved on. Since he called my name nothings the same. As my sister cried. He said, "Lazarus rise." To love and anoint.
Been a long time comin'. And the cards were stacked. It's been a long hard road. To hell and back. . Your love meant trouble from the day we met. You won every hand and I lost every bet.
Sweet Corn Days in Oakland City. The Apple Fest in Nappanee. The Blueberry Cavalcade. The Sacred Heart Polish Days. Oktoberfest in Rensselaer. Marshmallow Days in Ligonier.
You can rest your head upon my heart. And we'll curl into a question mark. And I'll hold you in the arms of Hush. And love will have to be enough. . There's a time to laugh and a time to grieve.
He leaned and whispered as he turned the page. And he said "Make yourself into a flame". A crazy old lion with his hair all backlit. Grinnin' like a little boy who has a secret.
I meant to do my work today. So many plans I had made. I'd check the mail, I'd make the calls. Save the world and sweep the hall. Finally get my accounting done.
You can't always tell one from another. And it's best not to judge a book by it tattered cover. I have found when I tried or looked deeper inside. What appears unadorned might be wondrously formed.
There's a light in the darkness just barely out of view. From the corner of your vision it beckons to you.. After the crops have all come in amid the stubble and the chaff.
I've been drivin' down this road. Five times this week. It's almost as if these farm fields. Could speak to me. . A hungry lion's been prowlin'. Outside my door these days.
Every Little Bit Of It -- Song (by Carrie Newcomer). . Just beyond my sight, something that I cannot see. I've been circling around a thought that's been circling round me.
John Roth had a heart like flame,. He believed all souls were loved the same. He packed up his hopes and his family and moved to Ohio. There in the deep dark wilderness,.
This is a story a very sad tale. Of intrigue and romance and electronic mail. A dangerous form of information, and the perils of instant gratification.
There have been too many leavings to list in one place. Too many arrivals to ever retrace. And all who have wandered have not fallen from grace. Just done a few things they'd like to erase.
Daniel said traveling risky. But the money awful good. When I get back we can finally. Get ahead sure we could. He left the fifth of December. Took our oldest boy Ben.
I believe we're born good from the start. And we come equipped with a piece of God in our hearts. But the world exacts a hard and bitter cost. And some of us get oh so very lost.
The dust settles after a hit and run. Bewildered by the damage done. I don't know why we chose the roads we travel. Or how a life could get so unraveled.
Miranda works the late night counter. In a joint called Betty's Diner. Chrome and checkered tablecloths. One steamy windowpane. . She got the job that shaky fall.
I'm a little bit retrievers and a little bit hound. A little bit cocker spaniel and. Something that was brown.. It don't make no difference, I got no pedigree.