Lyrics:
of me
Let the music play
When I'm hanging by a thread
And I've got nothing to give
Let the music play
Let the music play
There's no way
sing always
So long as I live, my God praise will I
Then am I most certain my words shall Him please
I will rejoice in Him, to Him will I cry
Praise ye
high,
With joy and laughter, reaching to the sky.
Verse 2:
Let’s come together, join the fun,
We’ll sing His praises, one by one,
We’ll clap our hands
sing
Man did he swing
Sang on the wing, did his own thing
Yes he did
Throughout the country,
Music lovers are still wiggin' on Eddie's singin'
of ancient days)
Wo ne asafo Yehowa (You are the Lord of hosts
*Music interlude 1*
*Bridge*
Hosanna
Hallelujah
We worship
Be thou exalted
Hosanna
Grace
All my days I will sing Your praise
Eze Ebube see how far You’ve brought me
Eze Ebube I’m so glad You found me worthy
I can see I can tell
And I
ha,.."
Hush Mama, Virgil!"
(Virgil pushes Mama's face into the piano keys!)
"Now play the piano Mama".
One afternoon in an all-night sing they were
of praise for the King
Word by word
Your Gospel I will sing
To build a throne of praise for the King
Choice by choice
My life the offering
To build a throne
of the adultress,
You sing in praise of suicide. We know you're useless,
Like cops at the scene of the crime,
With your steroids and your feedbag and your stable
Sweet JESUS My LORD
Lyrics by Paul Belcher 1/31/00
Verse 1
I will ever praise YOUR name, every debt of sin YOU paid
O sweet JESUS, My sweet
thing to make us all merry
One for Peter, two for Paul, three for him who made us all
Now to the Lord sing praises all you within this place
(Soal,
Can you see the Wise men bow before the Savior meek and mild
Can you hear the angels sing His praise
Can you see the glow upon His face
Jesus grew
from dreaming...
Then I woke up from dreaming
OLD BRUSH ARBORS
(Darrell Edwards - G. Ardis)
« © '66 Glad Music »
(Old Brush Arbors by
your home
Or better yet I put your son to the chrome
Turn the music up and unplug the phone
I will kill him, read my lips
You too, motherfucker if I
I'm telling you these things that I tell no one else
When I'm all alone
When I'm by myself
And I believe you hear me though I have no proof
It's
of praise Lift your hands and sing
(Praise looks good)
To everyone who will call
(Praise looks good)
The One before to whom we fall
(Praise looks good)
He
make you whole
Oh, music is the voice of heaven
Oh, how I long to see Him, and to hear His voice so clear
And to sing the song of triumph, that will fill
as this bitch gyrated
Them hips and licked them lips, and that was it
I had to get Nate Dogg here to sing some shit
Two to the one, from the one
glad by your work
At the works of your hands I sing for joy
Praise God in His Sanctuary
Praise Him in His Mighty Heavens
Praise Him for His Mighty Deeds
And understanding
Possessed by gods
Transferred to man in
A script of a book
A scripture that looks
Like a Biblical writing
Inviting a hook
Of a song sing along with
to the skies
My heart, O God, is steadfast
I will sing and make music
Awake my soul, awake the instruments!
I will awaken the dawn
I will praise you, Lord, among
transgressions
His death has given freedom
Cause He's the cornerstone
And I will trust Him
And I surrender my life
Oooh Jesus!
We praise You in all Your glory
Lift
'm pleased to meet you. You're the one that sings, right?
Well, right or wrong, I sing either way
Oh well, I sing too
Oh good! What kind of singing?
Allelujah
Mmmh!
I will give thanks to the Lord Jesus
According to His righteousness
O Savior!
And I will sing praise
To the name of the Lord
Who is
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