and not by a king and not by a spirit deep from within I am here because a miracle's a whim it's a flash of glory it's an empty tin and maybe might
in mine Come on up for the rising Come on up for the rising tonight Li,li, li,li,li,li, li,li,li There's spirits above and behind me Faces gone black
my black and empty heart So long day, so long night Oh Lord, be near me tonight Is he near? Is he far? Bring peace to my black and empty heart
played it much too long All those hard-earned words, that he's fought from his pen Have been forgotten in some empty hall And the wide-eyed looks, on those wiped-out faces
't mud Have you thrown your senses to the war, or did you lose them in the flood?" That pure American brother, dull-eyed and empty-faced Races Sundays
Love, Heal And Forgive. He Lived And Died To Buy My Pardon; An Empty Grave Is There To Prove My Savior Lives. Chorus: Because He Lives I Can Face Tomorrow
stairs of gladness And face the light of God instead As I wander through the darkness I search for all that's truth and bright To walk the pads of glory
Jesus He came to love, heal and forgive He lived and He died to buy my pardon An empty grave is there to prove my Savior lives Because He lives I can face
's, "Don't talk to me like that" and I don't understand Face is in his face and I tell him I understand perfectly And he grabs my shirt and I grab his face
're gonna launch me into the stars Well, all things come to pass glory Hallelujah This prayer is for you, my Love Sent on the wings of a dove An idiot prayer of empty
I have made Two faces Two faces, two faces you have Two faces Two faces, keep one in your bag Two faces from which you can choose Two faces and neither
by name Truth still calls, calls by name Ascend to a throne They've raised on empty vows Held against the smallest debt And this tainted glory found
He?s always been there I will bless the Lord. -And he promised He?d never change I will bless the Lord. -Tears stream down my face I will bless the Lord
chorus) Early in the morn/ before I wash my face The bed is still warm but there's an empty space Easrly in the morn/ before I wash my face a hundred
and emptiness I can't fake it, I feel naked Wherever I go, people can see, it's in my face And when I breathe, it's the story of faded glory Life is
be There's a vacancy, won't you come to me And fill my empty spaces I'm a motel man in a promised land That's filled with empty faces Won't you bring
game There are fake patches on his jacket He's used bleach to fade his jeans With a brand new stay pressed shirt And some creased and wrinkled dreams His face
