Lyrics:
I stand on my ground when we fight, no matter where we are
I am the sad clown with teared eyes, so happy on your own
We get some strange looks when
up too
But I always get lucky with you
I keep two strikes
Against me, most all of the time
And when it's down to a phone call
I'm minus
The wind is up,
And the sky is falling.
The thunder cracks,
And the sea is rolling.
Wonder if we'll ever see tomorrow.
Ride with our
Take me out to the ballgame
Take me out with the crowd
Buy me some peanut and Cracker Jacks
I don`t care if I ever get back
Cause its root,
repeat the sounding joy
Halleluia, Halleluia
He rules the world with truth and grace
And makes the nations prove
The glories of his righteousness
Make some noise, strike up the band
Pull the paint off of the ceiling
Sing down the Walls of Jericho
One more time with feeling
I went walking
Oh, did I strike the chord of honesty in you?
Did I strike it hard enough?
A bout of lust between true love
My heart it cries with every lie
Did
old loving used to be,
Sometimes,
Sometimes I wonder
When you left with one last curious look,
I wonder,
I tried to call you, you changed the number
rocks, hills, and plains,
Repeat the sounding joy, repeat the sounding joy,
Repeat, repeat the sounding joy.
He rules the world with truth and grace,
change the whole location
To a pine box six-under
Impulsive-don't ask why or wonder
Orders given unto me is:
Strike and I'm thunder
With lightning
Every day I wake up,
Feeling this way.
I take it down town
With all the action going down
I strike a match,
Strike a match.
Work it up!
I'm
This is joy, this is summer
Keep alive, stay alive
Got your metal on, we're alone
Making sweet love, takin' time
'Til God strikes us
That's
Dusted preacher in the dark
By the river I hear you talking
Strike a match to the western sky
Blowin' fire in the sweet sweet summertime
Eyes
the sounding joy
Repeat the sounding joy
Repeat, repeat, the sounding joy
He rules the world with truth and grace
And makes the nations prove
The glories of His
the sounding joy!)
Repeat, repeat the sounding joy.
He rules the world with truth and grace,
And makes the nations prove
The glories of his righteousness,
ABOUT
STANDING IN A STRIKE ZONE RUNNIN' WITH THE PACK
STANDING IN A STRIKE ZONE AIN'T NO USE IN TURN' BACK.
YOU WANT NO WAR IT'S THE CHANCE YOU TAKE
as the curse was found
He rules the world with truth and grace
And gives to nations proof
The glories of His righteousness
And wonders of His love
hills and plains
Repeat the sounding joy, repeat the sounding joy
Repeat, the sounding joy
He rules the world with truth and grace
And makes
easy to be with you
Makes me wonder
Makes me wonder
Makes me wonder
Why we're not in love
Caught up over coffee, then walked around town
Some sidewalk
sing
And heaven, and heaven and nature sing
He rules the world, with truth and grace
And makes the nations prove
The glories of His righteousness
Waking with the flowers to a morning in the meadow
Settling down the evening with the hills
I'm kicking stones and walking all alone like a modern
And with one strike
My world lights up in a fire
Call it a sign
Don't need hindsight
I'll make my emotions clear
And then disappear
With one strike
Waking with the flowers to a morning in the meadow
Settling down the evening with the hills
I'm kicking stones and walking all alone like a modern
I wonder as I wander, out under the sky
How Jesus the savior, did come for die
For poor orn'ry people like you and like I
I wonder as I wander,
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