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| Be as a bird perched on a frail branch that she feels bending beneath her, still she sings away all the same, knowing she has wings. - Victor Hugo |
Showing posts with label singing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label singing. Show all posts
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Test Your Wings
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
A Song in My Heart
I sing because I'm happy
I sing because I'm free
His eye is on the sparrow
And I know He watches
I sing because I'm free
His eye is on the sparrow
And I know He watches
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Mighty Is He
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
I Like - No, I Love!
This song says it all for me today.
Long ago when but a child, at old camp meeting time
How my heart would fill with joy to hear the old bells chime
Calling all the saints of God into the house of prayer
Oh such singing, praying, preaching - for the Lord was always there.
I like (love) the old time preaching, praying, shouting, singing
I like (love) the old time reading of God's Word
I like (love) to hear those old time Glory, Hallelujahs ringing
I like (love) the old time worship of the Lord.
Long ago when but a child, at old camp meeting time
How my heart would fill with joy to hear the old bells chime
Calling all the saints of God into the house of prayer
Oh such singing, praying, preaching - for the Lord was always there.
I like (love) the old time preaching, praying, shouting, singing
I like (love) the old time reading of God's Word
I like (love) to hear those old time Glory, Hallelujahs ringing
I like (love) the old time worship of the Lord.
A watercolor painting of a camp meeting circa 1839
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