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Albums:

It's Me B*#@hes (Swizz Beatz) · I Love My Bi**hes (Rick Ross) · I Love My Bi**hes (Rick Ross) · Singing Bishops, Vol. 2 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Singing Bishops (Walter Hawkins) · Bishops of the Faith (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Best of the Count Bishops (The Count Bishops) · Chartbuster Karaoke: Southern Gospel the Bishops (Hutchinson, Hutch) · In the Midst of This (Expatriate) · In the Midst of This (Expatriate) – and 7 other albums »


There is an Anchor, there is a rock to build my faith upon
Jesus Christ is my vessel so I fear no alarm
He gives me peace in the midst of the storm
In the early dawn the Bishop's men
Shivered in the damp
But the shiver came not from the cold
And spread throughout the camp

The trembling horses
of blue

Crowded street, busy feet hustle by him
Downtown shoppers, Christmas is nigh
There he sits all alone on the sidewalk
Hoping that you won't
of blue

Crowded street, busy feet, hustle by him
Downtown shoppers, Christmas is nigh
There he sits all alone on the sidewalk
Hoping that you won't
of blue

Crowded street, busy feet, hustle by him
Downtown shoppers, Christmas is nigh
There he sits all alone on the sidewalk
Hoping that you won't
see, the YOU in ME

BISHOP EDDIE L. LONG
I want to speak to you right now
In the midst of your struggles, in the midst of your pain, in the midst of your
God in all this mess?
Well, see that's the reason for the song
See, wherever you go there's one thing ya got to know
God, is right there by your side
proud
It took me some time, but now I see
That he resides, in me yeah yeah

[Ludacris]
Lord, forgive me for anytime a fan said I was bein rude
I'm
of blue

Crowded street, busy feet, hustle by him
Downtown shoppers, Christmas is nigh
There he sits all alone on the sidewalk
Hoping that you won't
And I asked this God a question
And by way of firm reply
He said "I'm not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays"
So to my old headmaster
In the center of the universe
In the midst of oblivion
Is where the seat of power is found
Soaked by unspeakable madness

Deity beyond
And I asked this God a question
And by way of firm reply
He said "I'm not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays"
So to my old headmaster
of blue

Crowded street, busy feet, hustle by him
Downtown shoppers, Christmas is nigh
There he sits all alone on the sidewalk
Hoping that you won't
breakthroughs
In the midst of great impossibilities
I receive recognition, prominence and honor
Petitions are granted to me even by ungodly authorities
find

And so you wait to see what he'll do
Is it sun or rain for you
But it breaks your heart in two
'Cause you've been fooled by April
And he's gone
by

Should you stop?, better not, much too busy
You're in a hurry, my how time does fly
In the distance the ringing of laughter
And in the midst
the distance the ringing of laughter
And in the midst of the laughter he cries

Pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue
Wrap your presents to your darling from
the distance the ringing of laughter
And in the midst of the laughter he cries

Pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue
Wrap your presents to your darling from
of blue

Crowded street, busy feet hustle by him
Downtown shoppers, Christmas is nigh
There he sits all alone on the sidewalk
He's just hoping he won't
of blue

Crowded street, busy feet, hustle by him
Downtown shoppers, Christmas is nigh
And there he sits all alone on the sidewalk
Hoping that you won't
by choir]
Searchin so looooong (so long) lost in the clouuuuuds (in the clouds)
Tryin to stay strooooong, and make you prouuuuud - make you proud!
Took
have become the priest of burden
And he's become an altered boy

Men so benevolent
In a position of trust
Molesting children by the score
Rendering
beaten now, he will not speak at all.

And the cold winds blow,
He was brave but he's laid low.
By her body in the isle of mist,
I saw him give her
of blue

Crowded street, busy feet hustle by him
Downtown shoppers, Christmas is nigh
There he sits all alone on the sidewalk
Hoping that you won't
as the prophets had said
Passing by you, He rides on to die
Come now little foal, though your not very old
Come and bear your first burden bravely
Walk so