my heart Come into my heart, Lord Jesus Come in today, come in to stay Come into my heart, Lord Jesus Fairest Lord Jesus, ruler of all nature O thou
Thou and Thou only, first in my heart High King of heaven, my treasure Thou art High King of heaven, my victory won May I reach heaven's joys, O, bright heav
R.I.O.T. With a righteous invasion of truth We want a R.I.O.T. With a righteous invasion of truth We want a R.I.O.T. Jesus, Jesus With a righteous invasion
's part of you and He's part of me He's part of Heaven By my side everyday Underfoot and in my way Give me wisdom, I pray, O Lord He is ours for awhile
Our Father, who art in Heaven Thank You Lord, Lord, thank You Lord No matter how hard I cry it just don't seem loud enough (That's right, y'all could
, I'm worried, I'm losin' my mind Look down the barrel of my nine and my vision's blurry Fallin' to pieces, am I guilty? I pray to the Lord But he ignores
baby Jesus born this night. Some children see Him lily white, With tresses soft and fair. Some children see Him bronzed and brown, The Lord of heav'n
Punic Phoenicians Praise of El Elyon, mighty god of the skies He's the father of man O El, father of man O father of man O father of time El Elyon
of Nar-Marratuk!!! Bow down before the master And pray the defeat of God Dog Prayer of the ensnarers Blind fiends of chaos rule Rise up o powers of
, O Mahummuhu The Judgement is passed The treachery is clear They shalt become empty like the wind The emptiest of shells so shall they be O Great Mother
worship Him in humbleness, O praise Him! Alleluia! Praise, praise the Father, praise the Son, And praise the Spirit, Three in One! O praise Him! O praise
O LITTLE TOWN OF BETHLEHEM Writers Reverend Phillips Brooks, Lewis H. Redner O little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie. Above the deep and
ya phone off, there's only one to call on I mean if I die today I could honestly say, thank you, Lord Thank you, Lord, thank you, Lord I'm bigger than
baby Jesus born this night Some children see him lily white With tresses soft and fair Some children see him bronzed and brown The lord of heav'n to
is born of Mary And, gathered all above While mortals sleep, the angels keep Their watch of wondering love O morning stars, together Proclaim the Holy birth And praises
and frankincense. Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel, Born is the kind of Israel. Then let us all with one accord Sing praises to our heavenly Lord, That hath made heaven
the angels sing Come adore on bended knee Christ the Lord, the newborn King See Him in a manger laid Whom the choirs of angels praise Mary, Joseph,
and pray And worship the Lord almighty like we? Workin? on really servin? Him in praise (Worship) Workin? on really servin? Him in praise (Worship)