Lyrics:
there was a giant cross where once there was a tree
And this time I knew I heard a voice, a voice so sweet and strange
A voice that came from everywhere,
It's a familiar voice
Sometimes I wonder
If I have a choice
You give it everything
You're selling God
But am I listening?
I hear you've seen
my voice
I'm captivated by your ways so I will worship you
as our praises rise
Until the whole world hears Lord we are calling out
Lifting up Your name for all to hear the sound
Like voices in the wilderness
There goes my everything
I hear footsteps slowly walking as they gently walk across a lonely floor
And a voice softly saying darling this will be
directions
He ran them out till the end of the road
He did what he was told
Step by step
He never wondered if he had
Might be wrong it's voice he heard
All eyes were staring
You floated through the room
Armed with your razor smile Cutting to the bone
My voice fell useless
You flashed a quick
voice sounds
These words are all I have so I write them
So you need them just to get by
Dance, dance
We're falling apart to halftime
Dance, dance
the light?
Do you sense it as you go?
Maybe you are not alone
An angel walks
An angel prays
Here by your side at night unseen in the alleyways
Who
he wise man said just walk this way
To the dawn of the light
The wind will blow into your face
As the years pass you by
Hear this voice from deep
hideaway truly
Hideaway hideaway truly
My country got
Raped by big industry
We'll just have to wing it
The concrete strips raw greed and king tv
They
every voice, I hear you speak
Waitin' by the telephone
I close my eyes, I just can't sleep
Roll & tumble all night long
All night long
Where you
The whispers in the morning
Of lovers sleeping tight
Are rolling by like thunder now
As I look in your eyes
I hold on to your body
And feel
The cold has a voice
It talks to me
Stillborn by choice
It airs no need
To hold.
Old man feels the cold
Oh baby don't
'cause I've been told
Out of the shadows
One by one they came
To shed their light upon his moment
Of doubt and pain
A thousand voices
Ring out through the night
Hoping to find a relic such as a tomahawk an axe
Or even an arrowhead left by a race of long since vanished Indians
There's a great thrill and it's
The bastille rumbles, with the screams of orphaned sons
Abhorrent factions, divided by the tax of the poor
Frantically waving their swords and shields,
in accidentally
Using nothing but their voice
Shrill and small
Echo down the hall
Repeating pet names
See it in your eyes
You're only passing
But then he heard a voice well known to him
Was his mother's voice, but her hair had silvered
By the touch of time
And she said, "Thank God, they've
the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched
She was so enchanted by his voice
She was so shaken by his words
His plan for her was just not possible
She had no words
It isn't just that we cause
the lie
That I made
But if I call, I know I won`t have to say it
You`ll hear my voice - something is bound to betray it
But do people living in
Mary Had A Little Lamb
One Holy Morning
Neath The Star Of Bethlehem
A Brand New Day Was Forming
Guided By The Shining Light
And The Angel's
Have you ever been awaken by the crowing of a rooster
While the night is still heavy on the ground
And the voice of Uncle Ben seems to break
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