Fernando Ortega - Home (2004) by Fernando Ortega (보컬) on maniadb.com

Morning sun and morning glories
Pouring down the hill,
Through my window
I can feel the ocean breeze.

Noisy sparrows fill the oak trees
Swallows can't stay still,
And in the glad commotion
Lord, You speak to me.

[Chorus]
If the rain clouds come
Or the cold winds blow,
You're the one who goes before me
And in my heart I know.

This good day
It is a gift from You.
The world is turning in its place
because You made it to.
I lift my voice
To sing a song of praise
On this good day.

I will walk to Woodman's Cove,
The fishing boats are leaving,
Seagulls follow just above the water.

I will wait until the sunset
Brings them home again,
Rigging lines and anchors in the harbor.

1. 인애하신 구세주여 내말 들으사 죄인 오라하실 때에 날 부르소서
2. 자비하신 보좌 앞에 꿇어 엎드려 자복하고 회개하니 믿음 주소서
3. 주의 공로 의지하여 주께 가오니 상한맘을 고치시고 구원하소서
4. 만복 근원 예수시여 위로하소서 우리 주와 같으신 이 어디 있을까

[후렴]
주여 주여 내말 들으사 죄인 오라 하실 때에 날 부르소서 아멘

I look for You in the middle of the night
Savior and guardian of my soul
From highest heaven You hear my call
And in my trouble You comfort and hold me

I long for You when I cannot hear Your voice
And my heart is dry as the dust
Oh Lord, be near me if I should fall
And show me how to believe and to trust You alone

There is no one else beside You
In the darkest night, in the wilderness
There is no one else beside You
At Your feet I cry, in Your arms I rest

I hope in You and Your promise to return
With angels and dark clouds of thunder
When death and evil, and sorrow flee away
And all creation will bow and proclaim You alone

There is no one else beside You
You will fill the sky when You come again
There is no one else beside You
Heaven's only light burning without end

There is no one else beside You
In the darkest night, in the wilderness
There is no one else beside You
At Your feet I cry, in Your arms I rest

There is no one else beside You
You will fill the sky when You come again
There is no one else beside You
Heaven's only light burning without end

No one, no one, no one beside You
No one, no one, no one beside You
No one, no one, no one beside You
No one, no one, no one beside You
No one, no one, no one beside You

She's a bird song high up in the hickories
She's a river running on to the silver sea
She's a starlight on a summer evening
A little rose, my Virginia, she's a rose

We went walking by the shady harpeth
The morning wind blew her hair across her face
She held my hand, I whispered her name
She's my rose, sweet Virginia, she's my rose

Yesterday I rode the late bus from Tupelo
And in the long night I thought of all the miles to go
I closed my eyed and dreamed of my good home
And my rose, I dreamed of my Virginia rose
She's a rose, my Virginia, she's a rose

Grant them peace, most precious gift of all
Keep the worried world far away and small
When they return, may quiet fill their souls,
Dearest Lord, keep them safe within it's walls.

May the stone be cool beneath their feet.
The canyon breezes circle soft and sweet
When darkness falls, the stars and opal moon
Find them wrapped in each other, ever warm.

Chorus:
May it be a refuge for their love,
A harbor for their deepest prayer.
May they come to flourish in the grove,
Grow ever nearer to You there.

Many a burdened friend in their company rises,
A heavy heart is soon released to fly.
May their table be blessed with laughter and with grace
And by the comfort of kinship be surprised.

Chorus

May the cold wind blow far from their front door
May the winter rains never bring them harm
May their hearthfires burn throughout the night
Grant them peace until morning's perfect light.

Chorus

The snow on your eyelids that curtsy with age
is freezing the stares and tearing the swings
The bitter is hard in the warmth of your skin
disease with familiar caresses

Withdrawing from splendor and draw your decay
among all their triumphs and jaded wars
Being angry at blazing circles of sun
that screams as the crown arises

One cannot beget all the sins that you owe
to people of paradise magic
Intending answer passion and form
with foreign rationalizations

Primroses are the Druids that look
upon masks of pleasure that flicker with doubt
Wind restless is a fate that is simultaneously feared
to advance in demand to be recognized

The river shall flow through hollow green faces
of caricatures resentment etch out of the tunnel
Wellington sphinxes are sleepy poor birds
the classic are sensitive failures

With worshipping we can cling to the doubts of your heart
lying there in wait of your angel
Moan and ravish from dawn to dusk
the are voracious young lovers

In the morning, when I rise,
In the morning, when I rise.
In the morning, when I rise,
Give me Jesus.

Give me Jesus, Give me Jesus,
You can have all this world,
But give me Jesus.

And when I am alone,
And when I am alone.
And when I am alone,
Give me Jesus.

Give me Jesus, Give me Jesus,
You can have all this world,
But give me Jesus.

And when I come to die,
And when I come to die.
And when I come to die,
Give me Jesus.

Give me Jesus, Give me Jesus,
You can have all this world,
But give me Jesus.