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Kate Campbell For The Living Of These Days

Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art Thou my best thought, by day or by night Waking or sleeping, Thy presence

a time not gone by I see places in the water where so many souls won?t die I hear babies and their mothers Crying Lord, oh lord why I hear wailing for

Jesus Christ was a man who traveled through the land A hard working man and brave He said to the rich give your goods to the poor But they laid Jesus

with me And you will never leave me to face my perils alone Words by Thomas Merton, Thoughts in Solitude © 1958 Abbey of Gethsemani Permission granted by the Merton Legacy Trust Music by Kate Campbell

justice Which is more than liberty But we make His love too narrow By false limits of our own And we magnify His strictness With a zeal He will not own For

There is a balm in Gilead To make the wounded whole There is a balm in Gilead To save the sin sick soul Some times I feel discouraged And I feel like

If they saw him riding in Long hair flying in the wind Would they love him down in Shreveport today If they heard he was a Jew And a Palestinian too