Sweet Baby
Lay your head down to sleep...
[intro - verse 1]
The marks of hate, they still remain...
Freedom
I touch this sweet ground of freedom...
An apostle of literature sleeps
eyes closed; dreaming of water ways...
Lord sometimes we forget Your living word
That is rarely understood, as it is heard...
Little girl, you are one of a kind.
A heart filled with love is what people find...
This broken child
Poignant and docile...
Words of mine
Thoughts of yours...
People, people, such wonderful creatures
And each person with unique features...
On every rose
there is the sign of two lovers...
Lord, I praise your name.
You bless me in countless ways...
Where does it come from where does it start?
The blood in my brain comes from my heart...