(not that we don't trust you or anything)
By the rivers of Babylon where we sat down And there we wept when we remembered Zion Oh, the wicked carry us away captivity, require from us a song How can we sing King Alpha's song in a strange land Oh, let the words of our mouths and the meditations of our hearts be acceptable in Thy sight Oh, Yahweh
Composers: B. Dowe; S. McNaughton; G. Reyam; F. Farian. Publisher: EMI; Al Gallico Music, BMI; Ackee Music, ASCAP; Farmusikerlag Inc, BMI.
What comes to mind at this juncture Midst the clamor of demands The snow on timeless places And scattered on this land
The traces of the autumn 'Neath the shovel's finished task Bind my heart in bitter silence No one knew what they should ask
Chorus: I know I've been this way before (so many things I've known are there) I know I've faced the steel behind this door (the things I've hoped for and I've feared) Your love has convinced me Never to turn from your life in me
I feel my footsteps falter My breath is frozen cold Deliver me compassion Breath new life in this heart of stone
Chorus
"Beauty for ashes Joy for your mourning Never ending presence Here's my life for your heart of stone"
Chorus
Copy written 1994, Words and Music by G. Frank Albert
The water rushes along the banks of the river they call the Maury. In the current is carried the debris from all that has been in its path. Nothing can stop the force of the power. Even the dams cannot stem the tide. When the rains pour forth from heaven, the Maury will not be denied.
In the pass by the name of Goshen the devil calls the kitchen his own. Many a soul have challenged the rapid with the rocks rising up from the bed. Even the skilled can be defeated by the raging of the turbulent flow, water that cares not where you come from but only where you will go.
How's my life like the flotsam pushed along by the river? Smashed against the rocks of living without thought of gaining control.
Further along the banks lies a city, a Beautiful View you will see. But in that beauty lies a sleeping giant better known as the river Maury. Rains from heaven will awaken the giant destroying all that gets in its way. Futile are the efforts as they run for the high land praying for a clearer day.
Hard is life, but not hopeless. And the storms are broken by sunshine. Oft surprised by the joy of living and the calm that follows the flood.
The water rushes along the banks of the river they call the Maury.
Copywritten 1994, Words and Music by Lee Zehmer
What are you waiting for - some perfect reaction? For feelings that are locked behind a door, I think I've tried them before. Yes, I know that you are crying and that you're searching for my tears.
You really shoudn't let it bother you these things that I'm going through - they're not by you. I don't expect you to start a fire in a land where the rain's poured down, down for years.
Chorus: But, see me as I try to grow See me, as I try to change the ways built up through time See me, the one I'd like you to know
Believe me, I see it the same as you. I wish my heart and mind knew what to do, to feel the spirit move. No use are simple solutions, when blinded are the eyes I use.
Chorus
I'm not saying my heart never moves. I'm just saying it seldom does.
If, indeed, your heart can move itself - without commanding, than, why should I show things I've never felt? Isn't that pretending? Yes, there's hope, and I know it's been died for. And in it's desire, He will move me.
Chorus
And I'm feeling the strain, as I'm reaching for the pain. And I'm looking for the time. I'm just looking for that time.
Copywritten 1994, Words and Music by Brian C. Weitz
Fairer than blue bonnets in the field You are the only song I've left unsung Like truth and love within the little ones You are the one I know when the snow is gone
You know I know that you won't show your tears If I cup my hands can I catch your fears Let's stand amidst the stream 'til we're dry once more We can stand and shake the water from our eyes
I see the forest trees in your eyes Remember the field under the largest sky On our knees we will melt towards the Son Fired by eternity, two in one
Copywritten 1994, Words and Music by G. Frank Albert
I just can't believe the way I feel when you are around me I just can't believe when you say you feel the same about me
I am amazed that I Am looking toward the sky And seeing the blue that was not there Gone are the clouds Which had been my shroud That kept me from seeing all there is
I just can't believe the things I think when you're around me I just can't believe when you say you think the same about me
You've come into my days And I am filled with endless praise of God and for all He's done for me Truly blessed am I And I will surely try To bless you as your presence has blessed me
I just can't believe the grace that God has shown to me I just can't believe that the Lord of life would bring you to me
So let us spend our days Learning each other's ways Sharing the joy that we have found Trusting that God will guide Our path and all our strides And show us what He means for us to be
I just can't believe the Joy, the peace, the mystery I just can't believe the Grace, the Love, and possibilities I just can't believe the faith, the hope, and life that's become new to me I just can't believe
Copywritten 1994, Words and Music by Lee Zehmer
What can I do, about who I was, not many years ago? I've changed since then, but still I struggle, to move beyond my past. Every now and then, when I see old friends, I am haunted by my ghosts. So I pray for my release, from images that will not cease, when will I finally be freed?
But then the chains are loosening, by the Hand that will not leave me. Still swimming against the stream, trying to awaken from the dream.
I'm turning a page, a new chapter in my life, with hope for things to come. The wounds of hurt have healed, yet scars still mark my life, memories tender to the touch. Each day stronger than the last, the possibilities are vast, for my life and who I am. I will go on being me, living the calling to be free, free from the past and for the one. . .
who loosened my chains and set me free. Free from my past, free to be me. Filled with His grace, filled with His love, Filled from within, filled from above.
Copywritten 1994, Words and Music by Lee Zehmer
From the earth and to the sun lie many a man's questions I'm comin' around, oh, I'm comin' around In a rock I can see a stamp of creativity I'm comin' around, oh, I'm comin' around Well, I'm comin' around before the comin's here (and, man, that could be near)
In a flash, it is simply said, that the old way will soon be dead. But, still, I fall in frustration, and the wall is too steep for me to climb up and clear on my own. That's why that stairway's there for me.
Sailing on a mirrored sea, then struck by harsh realit I'm comin' around, oh, I'm comin' around In the Book it is seen, the horror of man's destiny I'm comin' around, oh, I'm comin' around Well, I'm comin' around before the comin's here (and, man, that could be near)
Dispatching lies from the very start. Man-made dreams from a plastic heart. Is this all that we ask for? Is this all we give? A definition of wordly success - this is no reason to live.
In the mind, it's a simple start, but, in the eyes, things come down so hard. It seems so far away, so hard. But, who paid the hardest price there is to pay? In time, I'll spread my wings, but, till then, I will not fly away.
Strengthening my trust upon a faith-led guide of the Amazon I'm comin' around, oh, I'm comin' around By His hand, I am led, and so my soul is never dead I'm comin' around, oh, I'm comin' around Well, I'm comin' around before the comin's here (and, man, that could be near) So near.
Copywritten 1994, Words and Music by Brian C. Weitz
I was searching for something, to fill this hole in my life. I was searching for something, to put an end to my strife. I looked to my parents to say well done, for the blessing that couldn't come. I didn't realize that they were not the ones who could tell me who I am.
I went off to college, to fill my head with knowledge. If I learned everything that I could, than surely I'd know who I would be. And though I succeeded at winning the grades I didn't learn anything. The void was still empty, the ache was still strong. There was so much more for which I did long.
Come, Holy Spirit, Come fill the void right now Come, Holy Spirit, Come fill the void somehow.
I continued my searching, looking in everyone. For the balm which would soothe all my needs, to fix this broken heart. I looked to women, and finally my wife, for that only which you can give. She couldn't do it, yet shouldn't have to, then I was all alone.
Come, Holy Spirit, Come fill the void right now. Come, Holy Spirit, Come fill the void some how.
At the end of my searching I saw my Lord, and then I could see me. Reflected in the mirror of God, I saw who I could be. Filled from within by the glory of Christ I finally was set free. Freed from the burden of searching in vain. Finally free to be me.
Oh, Holy Spirit, You filled the void somehow. Oh, Holy Spirit, I'll praise Your name out loud.
Copywritten 1994, Words and Music by Lee Zehmer
When we emerge from the coalmines Scattering the dust Of a thousand generations gone behind Will we then learn to teach our children The way of truth and life? And leave all of our histories behind us . . .
Copywritten 1994, Words and Music by G. Frank Albert
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