There is life in the blood of the lamb who was slain. There is power, there is power in His name. There is love pouring out of the wounds that were made.
You're like a firefly, trying hard to give a sign. And when it's getting dark you shine a light. Everybody always worked hard, we were pleased with ourselves.
Oh girl, you pick me up when I'm down. You take me to the top when you're 'round. And I don't think about the hard times but of you. . And I ain't crackin' up.
Lord of all creation. Of the water, earth and sky. The Heavens are Your Tabernacle. Glory to the Lord on high. . God of wonders, beyond our galaxy. You are holy, holy.
Everybody knows there's a dream that makes us all feel good. Well I haven't had it for some time. I believe that it was something about love. But I cannot see the details anymore.
As I survey the ground for ants. Looking for a place to sit and read. And I'm reminded of the streets of my hometown. How they're much like this concrete that's warm beneath my feet.
Some people got no style. I guess you've fooled them for a while. But now you're running out of luck, my friend. . You need to know what you're doing.
All our times have come. Here, but now there, gone. Seasons don't fear the reaper. Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain. (We can be like they are). . Come on baby.
They say You live in hospitals and trenches. And towers in the sky. And I'm not dying or fighting any wars. Except on the inside. . The only thing I need is a void that You can fill.
Some people got no style. I guess you've fooled them for a while. But now you're running out of luck, my friend. . You need to know what you're doing.
You have opened my eyes. I don't wanna see the dogs and their hungry smiles. It's very sad, I wanna get out. I don't have to build a future out of dry food and bones.
I've got my mind made up, I've got to love you or leave you fast. 'Cause I've been thinking clear and I don't know how long it'll last. Just like Uri Gellar, I'm bound to twist the facts around.
A child of winter. A child of the snow. I'm making a snowball. That someone will throw. I'm making a snowman. With charcoal for the eyes. A scarf draped in red.
I am what I am in the back of beyond. A man with a fork in a world of soup. Maybe all this time, I begged for a spoon. But now I know what I have to do.
All creation moves in a cosmic danse. Before the Lord her King. And the rhythms, the reason, the rhyme of the danse. Pulses within everything. And the universe wheels and whirls like a dervish.
Sometimes I feel like I'm drifting too far. I think I'm loosing sight of the shore. But my sweet girl she will catch my fall. and then I'm not so lost any more.
My name is Mary. And I'm from Greenville, Mississippi. Yeah but this is where I live. Here in this old folks' dormitory. . And every Sunday night. Sarah comes to see us.
You say you want a living sacrifice. Well I am a burnt offering. Crawling off the alter and. Back in to the fire. . And with my smoke-filled lungs. I cry out for freedom.
Baby, baby, I. got my eyes upon the future. It's a toxic waste of time. You can never be too careful. . I have come to terms. With my limitless ambitions.
When I'm cold and alone all I want. Is my freedom, a sudden gust of gravity. I stop wailing and kicking just to let. This water cover me, cover me. . Only if I rest my arms, rest my mind.