Showing posts with label Man. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Man. Show all posts
Sunday, December 11, 2011
There Was A Man - Where Are You? - I See Your Light Shine
There was a man
This man had a shoe
The shoe had a hand
The hand held mine
Mine held yours
Yours held the mans
Now it's Saturn's turn
Where are you?
Not with me
I wish you could see
All I've gone through
What is love anyway?
It's just a word you wanted
Me to say
My heart broke that day
I have nothing to say
I see your light shine
I see your face glow
There's something about you
I want to know
You have a smile
That brightens your face
You can see it
In every place
You say it's from
The gospel you teach
You tell everyone
Who is within reach
There's the baptism
And conversion
But first of all
There are the discussions
Now I have the glow on my face
You can see in every place
Sunday, July 19, 2009
I Came With My Man - The Room Was Dark - The World As One- Don't Fall
I came with my man
You came with your woman
When will this invisible war
Die
The room was dark
No one was to be seen
An eerie feeling was felt
Come near; shake; turn green
The world as one
Someday we'll be
At that time
Our worship for Thee
Knees bowed
Tongues speak
To inherit the earth
Become humble and meek
Once, being blind and deaf
Now we shall see and hear
When we shall meet
My eye, a tear
My Saviour, my Lord, my King!
Don't fall
I'm here by
Your side
You came with your woman
When will this invisible war
Die
The room was dark
No one was to be seen
An eerie feeling was felt
Come near; shake; turn green
The world as one
Someday we'll be
At that time
Our worship for Thee
Knees bowed
Tongues speak
To inherit the earth
Become humble and meek
Once, being blind and deaf
Now we shall see and hear
When we shall meet
My eye, a tear
My Saviour, my Lord, my King!
Don't fall
I'm here by
Your side
Sunday, April 05, 2009
My World Went Blank - We Saw An Old Man Walking - Is It True
My world went blank
My tongue was in (my) cheek
For you, my friend
The smell from words
Told me you reeked
When will you learn
We want someone true
The majority spies over
Our men, number a few
The eleventh hour comes
Much too fast it comes
A torch in your hand
To burn our homes
When the twelfth hour strikes
War will break
King you may be now
Twelfth hour, you our footstool to make
Turn 'round, face your face
We do every waking day
Turn 'round and face your face
Do you really want to pay?
We saw an old man walking
We stopped to ask what he
Was doing out here all alone
He said he was looking for
The wayside after his
Wife had died
We told him to follow behind
We could him help
He struggled not to cry
Wondered for two
Young people to care
Why
Said we wanted
Him as much as
He needs us
Is it true
He waited
My tongue was in (my) cheek
For you, my friend
The smell from words
Told me you reeked
When will you learn
We want someone true
The majority spies over
Our men, number a few
The eleventh hour comes
Much too fast it comes
A torch in your hand
To burn our homes
When the twelfth hour strikes
War will break
King you may be now
Twelfth hour, you our footstool to make
Turn 'round, face your face
We do every waking day
Turn 'round and face your face
Do you really want to pay?
We saw an old man walking
We stopped to ask what he
Was doing out here all alone
He said he was looking for
The wayside after his
Wife had died
We told him to follow behind
We could him help
He struggled not to cry
Wondered for two
Young people to care
Why
Said we wanted
Him as much as
He needs us
Is it true
He waited
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Why Oh Why - When We Draw Apart - Can A Man Go To The End
Why oh why
Does that little man
Cry
Does he have any friends
Does he have any kin
Why oh why
Does that little man
Cry
That sits under the
Tree
He has no shade
Doesn't know the way
So, why oh why
Does that little man
Cry
He's all alone
He has no home
When we draw apart
I don't know what
To do
When we go our
Separate ways
Who is it really
That pays
We were put together
To see each other
Through
What would I do
If I didn't have
You
Can a man go to the end
Of the world
Can a blind man see the
Colors of wind
Can a rich and ripe grape
Turn into a fig
Yes, they can for so you see
All things are possible
When we have faith in Thee
Does that little man
Cry
Does he have any friends
Does he have any kin
Why oh why
Does that little man
Cry
That sits under the
Tree
He has no shade
Doesn't know the way
So, why oh why
Does that little man
Cry
He's all alone
He has no home
When we draw apart
I don't know what
To do
When we go our
Separate ways
Who is it really
That pays
We were put together
To see each other
Through
What would I do
If I didn't have
You
Can a man go to the end
Of the world
Can a blind man see the
Colors of wind
Can a rich and ripe grape
Turn into a fig
Yes, they can for so you see
All things are possible
When we have faith in Thee
Thursday, February 23, 2006
Violin Man - Simon
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Here are a couple to wet your feet:
Violin Man
Violin Man
Play a tune for me
Violin Man
Please, help me so that I can see
Could this story which I hear
Could it really be true
Violin Man
This is why I have come to you
It's a story of a Man
Who heals the sick, the blind, the lame
It's a story of a Man
Who doesn't see any fame
Violin Man
I heard this Man was crucified
Violin Man
He did no harm so why should He die
Could this Man really be so true
I heard He died
For both me and you
My heart burns within me
Violin Man
It penetrates to the very soul
Like no other feeling can
Violin Man
Thank you for playing a tune for me
Violin Man
Thank you for helping me to see
Simon
Looking through the crowds
Wanting through the throng
I saw a Man named Jesus
And in my heart I found a song
He looked battered and torn
Weary from carrying His cross
I saw Him stumble and
Would help Him at any cost
I was beckoned to come near
Told to carry His cross made of wood
No questions arose in my mind
No doubt that I should
Here are a couple to wet your feet:
Violin Man
Violin Man
Play a tune for me
Violin Man
Please, help me so that I can see
Could this story which I hear
Could it really be true
Violin Man
This is why I have come to you
It's a story of a Man
Who heals the sick, the blind, the lame
It's a story of a Man
Who doesn't see any fame
Violin Man
I heard this Man was crucified
Violin Man
He did no harm so why should He die
Could this Man really be so true
I heard He died
For both me and you
My heart burns within me
Violin Man
It penetrates to the very soul
Like no other feeling can
Violin Man
Thank you for playing a tune for me
Violin Man
Thank you for helping me to see
Simon
Looking through the crowds
Wanting through the throng
I saw a Man named Jesus
And in my heart I found a song
He looked battered and torn
Weary from carrying His cross
I saw Him stumble and
Would help Him at any cost
I was beckoned to come near
Told to carry His cross made of wood
No questions arose in my mind
No doubt that I should
Labels: poems, poetry
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