Gather round ye children come, Listen to the old old story Of the power of death undone By an infant born of glory Son of God, Son of Man
I am the woman at the well, I am the harlot I am the scattered seed that fell along the path I am the son who ran away I am the bitter son who stayed
Our enemy, our captor is no pharaoh on the Nile Our toil is neither mud nor brick nor sand Our ankles bear no calluses from chains, yet Lord, we're bound
Well, we all remember Moses on the banks of the river He said "Pharaoh, you've got to let my people go. You don't want me to have to tell you this ten
It came to pass back in those days that Caesar, he decreed A census would be taken of the Roman world, you see So everyone packed up and headed back to
It was not a silent night There was blood on the ground You could hear a woman cry In the alleyways that night On the streets of David's town And the
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Abraham had Isaac Isaac, he had Jacob Jacob, he had Judah and his kin Then Perez and Zerah Came from Judah's woman, Tamar Perez, he brought Hezron up
Yesterday we drove all night to Pittsburgh Jamie laid her head down in the back My little boys asleep beside their sister They?re the best I have I brought
While shepherds watched their flocks by night, All seated on the ground The angel of the Lord came down, And glory shone around "Fear not!" said he
Behold, the Lamb of God Who takes away our sin Behold the Lamb of God The life and light of men Behold the Lamb of God Who died and rose again Behold
When the mandolin sang like a bird on the wing In the hands of Bill Monroe When Chet played guitar like a walk in the park Like a prodigal son coming
Sarah, take me by my arm Tomorrow we are Canaan bound Where westward sails the golden sun And Hebron's hills are amber crowned So bid your troubled heart
High this mountain, broad this sea Still, my sin ran deeper Grave offense my soul did wreak Against creation's keeper But see what power so fell and fair
I am a family man I traded in my mustang for a minivan This is not what I was headed for when I began This was not my plan I am a family man But everything
You sent me to the shed with all the tools I remember how you said that I could take what I could use I got a hammer and a ratchet set A hundred tools
It's enough to drive a man crazy; it'll break a man's faith It's enough to make him wonder if he's ever been sane When he's bleating for comfort from
What's that on the ground? It's what's left of my heart Somebody named Jesus Took up the pieces And planted the shards And they're coming up green They