Lyrics:
The little Lord Jesus
Asleep on the hay
The cattle are lowing
The poor Baby wakes
But little Lord Jesus
No crying He makes
I love Thee, Lord
That destiny will detonate
Tomorrow, tomorrow it will be too late
When the children cry in fear of death
A horrid death they can't escape
Crying
THE EYES
GO AND SEE THE VICTIMS
THE ROAR OF CRYING
CHILDREN SEEING THEIR DEAD PARENTS
ALL THE MISS IS FREEDOM
JUST STOP THE WAR
RIGHT NOW
FOR HE WORD
AS IT
The day is blue, there`s nothing to do
But watch the sad review of life going by...
All the broken people in a world of hurt
And all the hungry
Life was sitting right with me
I was sitting right with life
I was sitting right with my children
They were sitting right with my wife
Saddened by life
And all of the children were crying and crying
You fixed it all by sighing and saying
It seems to me that one day you just disappeared
No traces left
The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay.
The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes,
But little Lord Jesus no crying he makes.
I love thee, Lord Jesus! Look
fancy their children a crying then
But we will pat their heads
And sing them to sleep with a firemanæ?¯ song
Then burn them in their beds
Chorus repeats
we're out of time
And it's slowly passing by ....right before our eyes
We are a rock revolving
Around a golden sun
We are a billion children rolled
To kneel by her side
He gives her water
Binds her wounds
And calms the crying child
A touch gives absolution then
Across the great divide
He picks
my room
All dressed in lace
And she placed my body and soul upon a bed of grace
Children were crying
Children were crying
Driving me insane
Driving you
Together we'll rebuild, piece by piece,
Until the cries of sorrow finally cease.
Children crying in the rubble, voices loud,
Hopes buried deep under
the children see shape to his tone
Laughing and crying, his song fell upon us
We buried his treasure along with his bones
Arms held aloft, a 'Y' to the sky
And it's slowly passing by ....right before our eyes
We are a rock revolving
Around a golden sun
We are a billion children rolled into one
What will I
I am a reflection of you
Black and blue pure as the tears of coal-colored children crying for acceptanceÂ
You can't run from yourselfÂ
She's just
fell in love in summer
Joined together hand in hand and married in the winter
The years went by and they're working hard
Cars, and children, houses
The cattle are lowing
The poor Baby wakes
But little Lord Jesus
No crying He makes
I love Thee, Lord Jesus
Look down from the sky
And stay by my
children crying
My heart bleeds whenever I read or watch them lying
Who gets to murder more innocent people is what they're vying for
Individuals rotten
she said
See dem a cheating and a lying
See dem a shootin' our children
cnd we're standing aside, doing nothing
cnd we're holdin' our head and crying
Shanty
And so it was that I had grown
Into a youth uncertain, thrown
Amongst the lions and the lambs.
To pass the time we watched the children dance.
(Traditional)Arranged by Emory Gordy, Jr.
Away in a manger, no crib for a bed,
The little Lord Jesus laid down his sweet head.
The stars in
I want to be somebody
I want to make a difference
Little boy caught in a drive-by
Witnessed the killer who made his daddy die,
And 'cause he
Of The Union, is in need desperately of love
Land of opportunity, drunk with fame and money, yet plagued by poverty yeah
Land of justice, land of peace, children
Jesus
Asleep on the hay.
The cattle are lowing,
The baby awakes,
But little lord Jesus
No crying he makes;
I love thee, lord Jesus,
Look down from
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