we cry Mercy, we cry mercy Armor of God protect us as we cry Mercy give us Mercy Grace so lovely pure and holy we cry Mercy we cry mercy All I needed
bed of echoes Tears of blood in weeping meadows Can you see me, can you hear me? Can you leave me here in silence? Drums and flags and trumpets playing
goal for my life was complete But God of grace and mercy reached down and turned my life around And now I long to sing His praises and to here that trumpet
is good (For the Lord is good) For the Lord is good And His mercy endures forever For the Lord is good And His mercy endures forever Jesus the Son is
Gabriel blow his trumpet tune This I know, this I know Our Lord is coming soon Mercy, mercy me Marvin Gaye, he was shot by his father O, my Father Have mercy
If he has the same angers Fill him when the earth With its trumpets and its wars Goes wrong Je dis que si c'est un ami Tu peux dire un grand merci la
a little mercy on me Run away and hide When I sleep the angels sing But I cannot hear a thing Eyes close Dreaming of better days gone by When I wake the trumpets
white allegiance Sending words of wishfull thinking through the air There you stand on the thin ice of believing Squared for battle, you here the trumpets
's going to make us soar And fly us up to heaven's gate Yurnin', mercy bring us home We look upon our final day Burnin', see the morning star Trumpet
Ascend as empires burn Conquistadors ov the promised land Like the sons ov Anak They shall rise from beyond the dawn Rise as victorious trumpets call
shadows, which glorified the resurrection like trumpets offered me the right way into hopelessness enlighten my path into inaccessible licence but though a blessed aspiration after mercy
has your tears too If he has the same angers Fill him when the earth With it's trumpets and it's wars Goes wrong Je dis que si c'est un ami Tu peux dire un grand merci
[Words: Orjatsalo] [Music: Keranen] As the sun rises I see our banners flowing in the wind And the sounds of trumpets calling for war All that night
his bedtime Bootboy jersey Ringin' up some fantasy tart Give me strength or give me mercy Life intimidates art Give me strength or give me mercy Don'
Angels announce with trumpets Crown you with jewels and stars Hercules lives next door to Venus and mars Beside your pretty blue shoulder Something may
fowler (bass) Ruth underwood (percussion) Jeff simmons (rhythm guitar, vocals) Don preston (synthesizer) Bruce fowler (trombone) Walt fowler (trumpet
Tailor and the Shine Boy's gone Faded out with ragtime blues Handy's cast in bronze and he's standing in a little park With his trumpet in his hand Like
a Christian's face and I heard the sinners cry And as I tried to touch His hand with one last people plea I cried again have mercy, have mercy, Lord