of my door He-o and he knocked on the door a long while He-o then he turned and he walked away He-o then he turned and he walked away He-o and he never
Translation: Vangelis. He-or.
He's got the whole world in His hand He's got this whole, right in His hand He's got this whole world right in His hand He's got the whole wide world
me And now I am no longer the same For He touched me, Yes He touched me And Oh the joy that floods my soul Something happened and now I know He touched
To the arms of my Maker to stay He is my reason for living Oh He is the king of all kings I long to be His possession Oh, He is my everything After
My Jesus knows when I am lonely He knows each pain, He sees each tear He understands each lonely heartache He understands because He cares My Jesus knows
anything were wrong, it wouldn't take long Anyone that is weak, would end up being strong We would walk hand in hand, and love our fellow man As He
name, he heard me, He came to me and he brought me joy. I had felt him touch my soul, When he was near he let me know, When I prayed he made me whole
're lonely, Or you are hurting inside. Call out to the Lord, And he will hear your cry. The Lord will be forgiving, When he hears your pleas. And he
they're all gone. Changes will be coming since I found faith, Love chased away all my prejudice and hate. I have found God that's in his heaven above, He
a cross he had to bare to save hu-man-i-ty Oh how he suf-fered to give faith to you and me Spikes rip-ping at the flesh as he dang-led there Oh what
's listening, He shows them where to go. Chorus: God's why I strive to survive, And will as long as I'm alive. No problems pulls me down, When he speaks
King is sailing they say King is sailing this day of days of days Cocasaya tay toca Heaven set sail in his ship full of light He transcends all our love
Translation: Gospel soundtrack. Now Behold The Lamb.
Translation: Gospel soundtrack. Kirk Franklin Feat. Papa San - he Reigns.
Translation: Jon And Vangelis. He Is Sailing.
fast He's not getting older, he's getting bitter Everyday he sits and waits for death to set him free He looks and laughs at old photographs Ones that he can no longer see He
