There was a mountain and there were three trees
There was a good man and there were two thieves
A man called Barabas was doomed for the tree
But Jesus took the middle one and Barabas went free
I love that man in the middle because I know he first loved me
Praise to that man who died on Mount Calvary
The middle man made it possible that I could go free

From the beginning of this own world,
man has shed a million tears.
Tears for the pain they've had
in their lives and for all the
wasted years.

But the saddest tears that
ever fell, fell not from
just any man's eyes. But
they were shed by my Savior
and they stained The Sands Of Time.

And as the Father looked upon His
Son, He had to turn His face away.

Look how the wind carries the sea
And see how the soul supplies what it needs
The rain falls, the sun shines and a flower breaks reed
And it all works together, why can't we
And I have seen children at play in the park
Skin shades of ivory, red, yellow and dark
While my eyes saw colors their little hearts could not see
They were playing together, why can't we
Why can't we
Why can't we

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost, but now I'm found.
'Twas blind, but now I see.
'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear
And grace my fears relieved.
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed.
When we've been there ten thousand years
Bright shining as the sun,
We've no less days to sing God's praise

Today I watched a robin
In our front yard
I thought by now that they should all be gone.
With winter ‘round the corner
Snow on its way
Surely something must be wrong.
Then in that old oak tree I finally saw her
Where she sat gazing down upon her mate
And the song that she was singing
Seemed to say "I’ll be right here"

God Bless America,
Land that I love.
Stand beside her, and guide her,
Through the night with the light from above.
From the mountains, to the praries,
to the oceans, wide with hope,
God Bless America,
My home sweet home.
God Bless America,
My home sweet home
God Bless America
From the mountains, to the prairies,
to the oceans, wide with hope,
God Bless America,
My home sweet home.

I believe for every drop of rain that falls
A flower grows,
I believe that somewhere in the darkest night
A candle glows.
I believe for everyone who goes astray
Someone will come to show the way.
I believe,
Oh, I believe.
I believe above the storm
The smallest prayer, will still be heard.
I believe that someone in that great somewhere
Hears every word

Oh say can you see,
by the dawn's early light,
what so proudly we hailed,
at the twilight's last gleaming?

Whose broad stripes and bright stars,
through the perilous fight,
o'er the ramparts we watched,
were so gallantly streaming.

And the rocket's red glare,
the bombs bursting in air,
gave proof through the night,
that our flag was still there.

Oooo Oooo Oooo
Feel the cold wind blowing
Winters coming on
Tis the season so they say
If you need help believing
Because your spirit ain't to strong
Hold my hand and push that cloud away

Chorus
Put a little holiday in your heart
Put a little shuffle in your step
Give you a song that you can sing
With a melody you can't forget
If you want to join in a little harmony