All creatures of our God and King Lift up your voice and with us sing Alleluia! Alleluia! Thou burning sun with golden beam Thou silver moon with softer
She tells you how her canyon walks Can ease a mother's fear The trails and big groves comfort her She feels close to God out there But that's just how
Be Thou my vision, oh Lord of my heart Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art Thou my best thought by day or by night Waking more sleeping, Thy
In the morning, when I rise In the morning, when I rise In the morning, when I rise Give me Jesus Give me Jesus, give me Jesus You can have all this
Come a little closer, dragonfly Settle down with me a little while I'm turning off the phone and enterprise I could use your company, alright Hey, hey
Jehova, Senor de los cielos Glorioso sea tu nombre, El Rey de los universos, Y Redentor de los hombres. La lluvia en los arboles, Las alas de los angeles
When my heart is troubled and I am weighed down Then I like to think of how this lonesome world would be If I could see your face or hold you in my arms
The sky is raining tears tonight, my brother You know it's hard to sleep so far from home The moon has covered up her eyes, my sister I thought I'd find
Lord of eternity Blessed is the man Who walks in Your favor Who loves all Your words And hides them like treasure In the darkest place Of his desperate
Roses outside the window screen A breeze that lingers in the blinds A song and a prayer to slow the time A couple of chairs pulled in a line He remembers
Mildred Madalyn Johnson Born in the autumn of 1916 A shy, pretty girl from east Texas Religious and restless Humble and kind as a person could be She
I look for You in the middle of the night Savior and guardian of my soul From highest heaven You hear my call And in my trouble You comfort and hold me
I know there's hope in anger And tenderness in shame Sometimes I find you On the other side of pain But sometimes in the heat of day When I close my
More love to Thee, O Christ More love to Thee Hear thou the prayer I make On bended knee This is my earnest plea More love, O Christ, to Thee More love
The moon is shining on the Pecos Mountains Like a blue and silver dream, And far away below the moonlit mountains You are standing in your field.
Another sleepless night I?m turning in my bed Long before the red sun rises In these early hours I?m falling again Into the river of my worries When
Stricken, Smitten, and Afflicted, See him dying on the tree Tis' the Christ by man rejected, yes my soul tis heat is He Tis the long Expected prophet
Morning sun, morning glories Pouring down the hill Through my window I can feel the ocean breeze Noisy sparrows fill the oak trees Swallows can't stay
