Fatherless and the widow Stricken down by the hand of death Grasping for security Anticipation of the imminent next Of the imminent next The fatherless
Let me, let me know what makes you happy And I'll do it over, over and over again Let me know just how you love me and we'll spin Around again in this
trust in the Lord with all your heart lean not on your own understanding in all of your ways acknowledge Him and He will make your paths straight don'
history merely repeats itself nothing in this world is truly new the sea churns as it feeds from the river at its mouth the wind blows across the land
Tell me father, are you riding on The fictional bus up to heaven above? Do you listen to the angels on the outskirts Have they persuaded you? Oh, tell
Questions flew And words were hurled into the air And when the smoke had cleared I saw you lying there I used my words like bullets in a gun To pick your
standing in the middle of a forest basking in the glorious autumn watching the leaves as they change from green, from green to orange, yellow and brown
mysteries unfolding quickly before my eyes in a way i saw the world in one night without even leaving with out even leaving the room golden cymbals catching
Motherless children have a hard time when mother is dead Lord Motherless children have a hard time when mother is dead Lord They don't have anywhere to
Motherless children have a hard time when your mother is gone When she's gone on home, when your mother is gone Motherless children have a hard time
Wait for me don't walk away on hasty feet listen to me before you go on down this street Angry one the neon lights are red tonight Father's son
Destiny turned the page to another side in my book of life: "He who once was artless like a child had to face the blackest night!" While I was unaware
Sweet Orphan (Words and music by Kirk McLeod; arranged by Kirk McLeod, Eric Gast, and Dan Stacey) Ooh, I swear this February's cold I stole a chance
[GRACE] If he should need the F.B.I. Then he will have the F.B.I. [ALL] With all the favors that he's done J. Edger Hoover owes him one. [CECILLE
[TESSIE] [spoken] So, for all of the "Hours of Smiles" Family, this is Bert Healy saying... [singing] Hey hobo man, Hey Dapper Dan, You've both got
Somewhere, someone's standing by The same game plan, the same aging fantasies. Spruces up the small talk and the smile. It's no wonder, he's under The
In me, in you Orphans, kingdoms Wide eyes and paper crowns Time will hold us Time eroders We're wrinkling chilling out We are wondering Where the wild
The doubt that madness breeds feeds this eternity. perhaps the promises were not intended to endure The scars that life has carved fell deepest on