I hear a blind man, asking where this road goes. But we won't tell him, we just stop to block his way with stones. I watched a woman, overtaken by disease.
He could have prospered in the suburbs. Instead of working for the poor. Down at the inner-city mission. Where there's so much disappointment. And very few rewards.
How many days, Lord, have I walked in this wilderness?. A thirsty pilgrim with no water to drink. And this barren place is making me crazy. But in my desperation, I am forced to think.
I've spent half my lifetime watching time go by. And wondering where it went. When I try to fall asleep at night. I lay there feeling spent. . Contemplating what the next day's gonna hold for me.
Face lost in the crowd. Feet wandering empty streets. Voice crying out loud. Heart aching with every beat. . Someone searching. Searching for someone.
Seems that life's become so complicated. I don't think it was meant to be this way. I find myself so distracted. Caught up in the chaos of each day. .
I used to see the world in black and white. Now I find myself lost in a fog of gray. I thought the good guys always won the fight. But I've learned life simply doesn't work that way.
One day I decided. I'd aspire to higher ambition. So I set out on a mission. To change the world. . Armed and dangerous with my well-meant words. And best intentions.
Words and music by ginny owens: bmg songs, inc. (gospel. Division)/above the rim music (administered by bmg songs, inc.) (ascap). . Got a stack of books so I could learn how to live;.
I've lived a lot of life, seen so many things. And I like to think, nothing surprises me. So I try to take it all in stride. No matter what tomorrow brings.
I've been grazing in the lush green pastures. Watching time pass me by. And I've been wading in the shallow waters. Where everything is alright. . But today I know that something's different.
Woke up this moring. to a song on the radio. 'bout a heart that was broken. by a love gone wrong. Then I turn my attention. to the news on tv. tells a mortal affliction.
I have no words to offer. They simply get in the way. When I try to explain You. There's nothing sacred left to say. . You are who You are. And You always will be.
There's a young Mother with three children. Got a stable income and a faithful husband, too. She's searchin' for her life's meanin'. So she says to her shrink, "I'm leavin' home soon!".
The pathway is broken and the signs are unclear. And I don't know the reason why You brought me here. But just because You love me the way that You do.
Yeah, this road is winding, narrow and steep. And I can't keep walking with frozen feet. My spirit's not willing, my heart is cold as ice. Thaw out my convictions, the passion's left my life.
I love poetry with brilliant rhymes. And songs that draw me in. With clever opening lines. I love rainy Sunday afternoons. . Being kissed by sun. And dreaming under the moon.
Some people hear my words. And think I'm wise beyond my years. And others wonder if I am sincere. Some would say I'm foolish. . To put my faith in You.
You have built yourself a fine fortress. And you're the only one who holds the key. You've resolved to pilot your own ship. And you decide what all the rules'll be.
I could travel over oceans. Cross the deserts, climb the mountains. Just to share Your story. Bring You glory and win souls for You. . And I could sing like an angel.