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Lonely Road
Well, the sun has fallen
From the western sky.
House lights flicker on
As I travel by.
On this lonely road
I am far from my lover.

Oh, my lover's eyes,
They are blue and grey,
Like the changing tides
In Half Moon bay.
And she fills my heart
Like the wind in an open sail.

Chorus:
She's my song in the evening,
A clear voice that calms me in the dark.

This Good Day
Morning sun and morning glories
Pouring down the hill,
Through my window
I can feel the ocean breeze.

Noisy sparrows fill the oak trees
Swallows can't stay still,
And in the glad commotion
Lord, You speak to me

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If the rain clouds come
Or the cold winds blow,
You're the one who goes before me
And in my heart I know

This goody day
It is a gift from You.

Grant them peace, most precious gift of all
Keep the worried world far away and small
When they return, may quiet fill their souls,
Dearest Lord, keep them safe within it's walls.

May the stone be cool beneath their feet.
The canyon breezes circle soft and sweet
When darkness falls, the stars and opal moon
Find them wrapped in each other, ever warm.

Chorus:
May it be a refuge for their love,

In the morning, when I rise

In the morning, when I rise

In the morning, when I rise, give me Jesus

Give me Jesus,

Give me Jesus,

You can have all this world,

But give me Jesus

When I am alone

When I am alone

When I am alone, give me Jesus

Give me Jesus,

Give me Jesus,

You can have all this world,

But give me Jesus

When I come to die

When I come to die

One morning
When time is done
Bright heaven
Will be our refuge
The city of God most high

I long for
That holy day
This longing
Sometimes it captures my heart
And carries me far away

Beyond the sky
Beyond all telling
Our Father himself
Will be our light
His arms will hold us
And with his hands
He'll wipe away the tears
That stain our eyes

When darkness
Falls over me

Thrushes stir in the trees and hide from the moonlight
High on the stony ridge all is still
The whole world is waiting, silent as the icy stars
A holy winter to cheer our darkened hearts

Jesus, our Lord and King, born in a stable
Rapped in rags, asleep on a bed of straw
Though He is from heaven, still it is enough for Him
He who made the mountains and will come again to reign

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