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Cool Hand Luke The Fires Of Life

Every time I read that story again I wanna run and take the nails out You remind me that those nails are mine Once and for all to the end (Hebrews 9:

For the message Of the cross is Foolishness To those who are perishing But to us Being saved It?s the power Of God (I Corinthians 1:18) There?s no turning

didn?t always Have to be this way I wish that I could talk to You Face to face But nothing compares to the way You always listen and know just what to say Hold my hand

There?s a man on the roof Ignoring the fireworks The city walks by unmoved Their laughter looks like tears On top of a skyscraper With a foundation

We?re like zombies Like the walking dead With X?s (excess) in our eyes And music in our heads We?ve forgotten Our first love And made it pictures Of

of joy (Psalm 65:8) He?ll sing to you and quiet you with love (Zephaniah 3:17) I know you feel You won?t last another day But when the fires of life arise