Trouble Is A Woman
the little ordinary things that everyone ought to do
I'm living in a kind of daydream I'm happy as a king
and foolish though it may seem to me it's everything
the mere idea of you the longing here for you
you'll never know how slow the moments go till I'm near to you
I see your face on every flower your eyes in stars above
it's just the thought of you the very thought of you my love music
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The mere idea of you the longing here for you
you'll never know how slow the moments go till I'm near to
The Long Arm of the Lord
Wayne Watson
What shall we do with this Jesus
Out of control people screaming "crucify"
But they can't tell me why
What has He done--Name His transgression
Tell me His crime--That He should die
Sisters and brothers caught up in the hunger
Mothers and fathers quick to make claim for the blame
Who then is guilty--Who's gonna answer
Voices cry out demanding the shame
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Let the blood--Let the blood of the man
Be on our hands and on our children
Lookin' for someone to blame
Here we stand
Let the blood--Let the blood of the man
The charge for His life ever rest upon us
Guilty--Here we stand
Was there a voice numbered among them
Was there an image that looked like me
Could it be--The cry of abuse
The cold accusation
Could change to a prayer--A sinners plea
The hope for all the nations
For every boy and girl
The surety that life is not in vain
Just like at Calvary's station
The cry heard round the world
To cover over us with precious stain
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Let the blood--Let the blood of the man
The fruit of his life
Ever blessed and holy
Spotless--Here we stand