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The sky is raining tears tonight
My brother You know it's hard to sleep So far from home The moon has covered up her eyes My sister I thought I'd find you here But I am all alone All alone CHORUS: Light of Heaven Lord of mercy Shine the goodness Of your love upon this day Till we see you Till we know you Till the sorrow And the darkness fade away Fade away I searched the city streets today My father The tunnel and the train The river and the rain I walked beneath the harbor lights My mother And in the shadows there I call your name I call your name CHORUS |
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Sometimes it takes a storm
To really know the light The scent of rain The weight of clouds Pulling down the sky Sometimes it takes a storm To know how you feel To understand indigo And the varnished sun Lighting up the fields It takes the rain between the lines to know what sorrow finds The way a cloud divides sometimes The clearing and the blue I love you I was just passing through And taken by surprise Between the black sky And the blue Between the black sky and the blue I love you I love you |
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Turn up the lights so we can see
The red-head grandson on your knee Better hold him while you can He'll be walking soon This time next year you'll want to take him Down the old road behind your house To show him the sun on the autumn fields To smell the wind-blown alfalfa To look out where the geese are rising For their southern flight Circling arrows in the sky Above the ditches and the cottonwood This time next year There'll be stories to tell And he will listen to you, quiet in your arms And there'll be songs to sing him While he goes to sleep When we gather in your home This time next year The boy is laughing on your knee Hold him up so we can see Hold him high because we're lifted In his laughter And in the gladness he has brought you As you walk these heavy lives This time next year There'll be stories to tell And he will listen to you, quiet in your arms And there'll be songs to sing him While he goes to sleep When we gather in your home This time next year This time next year There'll be stories to tell And he will listen to you, quiet in your arms And there'll be songs to sing him While he goes to sleep When we gather in your home This time next year |
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Come and see, look on this mystery
The Lord of the Universe, nailed to a tree Christ our God, spilling His Holy blood Bowing in anguish, His sacred head Sing to Jesus, Lord of our shame Lord of our sinful hearts. He is our great Redeemer. Sing to Jesus, Honor His name. Sing of His faithfulness, pouring His life out unto death Come you weary and He will give you rest Come you who mourn, lay on His breast Christ who died, risen in Paradise Giver of mercy, Giver of Life Sing to Jesus His is the throne Now and forever, He is the King of Heaven. Sing to Jesus, we are His own. Now and forever sing for the love our God has shown. Sing to Jesus, Lord of our shame Lord of our sinful hearts. He is our great Redeemer. Sing to Jesus, Honor His name. Sing to Jesus His is the throne Now and forever, He is the King of Heaven. Sing to Jesus, we are His own. Now and forever sing for the love our God has shown. |
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