Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty. Early in the morning our song shall rise to Thee. Holy, holy, holy, merciful and mighty. God in three Persons, blessed Trinity.
Oh Lord, there's just so much to be done. Oh Lord, so many souls to be won. Oh Lord, this world is falling apart. Dying for love from a broken heart. .
We were standin' on a mountain top. Where the cactus flowers grow. I was wishin' that the world would stop. When you said we'd better go. . We took a rowboat 'cross the Rio Grande.
You know it ain't no use in banging your head. Up against that cold stone wall. 'Cause nobody's perfect, except for the Lord. And even the best bound to fall.
Gravitational forces. The time is 8:45. Fifteen minutes shy of competing the 4-hour sound check. It usually takes an hour and a half. The room reminds me of a putt putt golf course.
Lord, the feelings are not the same. I guess I'm older, I guess I've changed. And how I wish it had been explained. That as you're growing you must remember.
In the corner of the barroom. Lives the ghost of Langston Hughes. Hes takin notes and smokin cigarettes. Sippin slowly on his booze. Got them goin nowhere blues.
Go to the hungry ones and fill them with His bread. They'll leave their darkness as you shine the light He shed. Point to His promises, believe in all He said.
I left Houston, Texas on a Gulf Coast Hurricane. I was blown down by tornadoes, washed up by the rain. Well my pappy wasn't happy with me, he told me to go.
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. ...Listen. . [Verse 1:]. I Thought. You Were. Always. Gonna Be Here By My Side. It's Taken Such A Long Time. For Me To Find.
Glory, Lord Jesus, glory to Your Holy Name. Glory, Lord Jesus, Your blood, it has removed my shame. When the Son of Man returns, will He find faith on the Earth?.
We were at the Rhythm Room. In Scottsdale Arizona. It was in the summertime it must have been '02. We got there way too early and we sat around for hours.
Hear the bells ringing, they're singing. That You can be born again. Here the bells ringing, they're singing. Christ is risen from the dead. . The angel up on the tombstone.
I was turning on my radio today. And it hurted to hear the things they had to say. They were shouting and preaching. Words of hate, they were speaking.
Sometimes it's hard to see. Sometimes it's hard to get through to me. But I want to do all that You ask me to. Help me to follow through. Make every day a devotion to You.
This old porch is a big ol' red and white Herford bull. Standin' under a mesquite tree in Agua Dulce, Texas. He keeps on playin' hide and seek with that hot august sun.
I'm not the sort of person. Who falls in and quickly out of love. But to you I gave my affection. Right from the start. . If I have a lover who loves me.
Draw me, oh draw me, please draw me, my Jesus. Into Your presence, where I cannot lie. My soul is so thirsty, I cannot endure it. And if I can't get closer, I surely will die.
We're in the year 2003. Will there be a next century?. Well, lookin' at the world today. . Babies havin' babies. Brothas killin' brothas. Where we're living?.
Dave Alvin. . She's waiting for me when I get home from work. But things just ain't the same. She turns out the light and cries in the dark. Won't answer when I call her name.