woooahhhh) On a mission to be What I'm destined to be (woooahhhh) I done been through the pain and the sorrow The struggle is nothing but love (nothing but love
what your father have taught you He have taught you how to attend church on sunday morning And how to treat your brothers and sisters And he have taught you how
- (Krayzie in the background - 'swing low') God loves me Ask me how i know God loves me Ask me how i know God loves me Ask me how i know
money for me and my wife/ niggaz is wana shut me down, what about the kids the kids the kids is great/ watch how my nigga we dominate, makin through
look at my life.. Remembering where ive been. I may not have been here. Cuda been in the gutter, drowning in my tears. I remember how hard it is on
How deep the Father's love for us How vast beyond all measure That He should give His only Son To make a wretch His treasure How great the pain of searing
devil did yeah [Kanye West] It's hip hop, this is euphemism for a new religion the soul music for the slaves that the youth is missing this is more than
ears in the goddamn loveliest melody How grateful I was then to be part of the mystery To love and to be loved, let's just hope that is enough
d like to know." I haven't seen my brothers in a year or two. They're anxious to know what I'm going through. My father wants 'em to know how I'm
sun I love my father, mother, my brother, and the sisters That come from all over the place to trace the base Inspector Clouseau I wonder is true though
after you spanked me, you hugged me Kissed me on my forehead, told me that you love me And I saw, that it hurt you, more than it hurt me I thought how
her hair. She was like a young girl in great despair. And her little boat against a rock did run. ''how can I live now my sweet william is gone? ''
Wordy wordy free, dirty boy Yeah that's me My father specialist 5th class Thornburn John A A Vietnam war hero, green berret Thaught me how to shoot guns and thaught me how
God is good thats right God is good In fact God is not good sometimes He's good all the time [Chorus 2x: Ron Isley] No matter how hard I cry It just
born They're called Bui-Doi The dust of life Concieved in hell And born in strife We owe them fathers, and a family - And loving home they never knew
the years Are met in thee tonight. 2. For Christ is born of Mary, And fathered all above, While mortals sleep, the angels keep Their watch of wondering love
a wonderful maker What a wonderful savior How majestic Your whispers How humble Your love With a strength like no other And the heart of a father Is how