me please understand Jesus my lord Jesus my Lord Jesus our lord he is with us he is here and he will always be my Lord no one else is and HE IS MY LORD
light Take my hand Precious Lord Lead me home When my way grows unclear Precious Lord, linger near When my light is almost gone Hear my cry, hear my call And hold my
the hash, the Beretta's in the stash Niggas say, "Oh my Lord" Niggas say, "Oh my Lord" Niggas say, "Oh my Lord" Niggas say, "Oh my Lord" What you doin
Lord live within my heart Lord don't You ever stop Fill me up with what I need Just have to ask I shall receive Lord live within my heart Lord don't
heard my Savior speaking "Draw from the well that never will run dry" (Lord please fill my cup) Chorus: Fill my cup, Lord I lift it up, Lord Come and
of lightning strike That's just the footsteps of my Lord Hear the tiny infant cry hear the dying say goodbye That's just the footsteps of my Lord When
my Lord? Oh were you there when they crucified my Lord? (Ohh, sometimes it causes me to tremble) Tremble Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
as my Savior, you take Him too Way beyond the blue Do Lord, O, do Lord, O do remember me Do Lord, O, do Lord, O do remember me Do Lord, O, do Lord, O
thank you lord for my life Forgive me lord for complaining so much I thank you lord for my life Your the only one that understands my pain I thank you lord for my
(My sweet Lord) Maheshwara (My sweet Lord) Gurur Sakshaat (My sweet Lord) Parabrahma (Oh my sweet Lord) Tasmayi Shree (My, my sweet Lord) Guruve Namah (My sweet Lord) Hare Rama (My sweet Lord) My
that way Oh lord cant you hear me calling? Take away my sweet darling And I'm down on my knees to pray Wont you put my girl in a grave Wont you put my
us My soul, my soul magnifies the Lord My soul, my soul magnifies the Lord My soul, my soul magnifies the Lord My soul, my soul magnifies the Lord My soul, my
it the Tree of Life All my trials, Lord, soon be over Too late, my brothers Too late, but never mind All my trials, Lord, soon be over All my trials, Lord
come about, Looking to my Lord's right hand When the stars begin to fall My Lord, what a morning! My Lord, what a morning! Oh, my Lord, what a morning
Precious Lord, take my hand, if you know it Lead me on, [Incomprehensible] I am tired, I am weak, I am worn Through the storm, through the night Lead
John Stewart/Bob Shane/Nick Reynolds Chorus: My Lord, what a mornin'. (Repeat twice) When the stars begin to fall. You will hear the sinners wailin'. (
