Who taught the sun where to stand in the morning? And who told the ocean you can only come this far? And who showed the moon where to hide 'til evening
When I Behold the Beauty Of Your Many Wonders And I'm Captivated by Your Majesty Oh my Soul Rings Out a Sacred Hallelujah Back to the Source From Whence
The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? The Lord is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid? when the wicked, even mine enimies
O come all ye faithful Joyful and triumphant O come ye O come ye to Bethlehem Come and behold him Born the king of angels O come let us adore him O
In my kitchen there's a lady on TV Beneath the burning sun so far away And her baby's eyes are staring straight at me With all the innocence that seem
Just because my skin is brown It don't define who I am I could be a porcupine Or I could be a little lamb Please don't try and judge me Only by the colors
Away in a manger, no crib for a bed The little Lord Jesus lay down His sweet head The stars in the sky look down where He lay But little Lord Jesus asleep
Not yet a woman and certainly not a child But I was caught somewhere in the middle On that one Friday afternoon and I I remember Mama sayin', "It's time
I'm telling myself so I'll know I speak to my heart like a daughter Sometimes it's hard to let go And sometimes the staying is harder So farewell broken
He was standing on the corner again While she was praying for God to forgive his sin And out of nowhere, two inches of lead To him it's still a mystery
Christmas in black and white A teenage girl, a Nazarite Who loves Yahweh and does what's right Is visited by an angel She's terrified, mystified Till
Tell me if you break the hourglass Can you hold to what you have? Can you make the moment last? Tell me if you give away your heart and the life tears
Walkin' down Broadway, I saw a mom and her baby She came up to me and asked me for a dime I said, "Now come on, I'll take you to the diner" Gave her more
Mary's Christmas baby Mary's Christmas baby Mary's Christmas baby Is God's own Son You see the star from the East came to the West To show the wise men
Do you know your worth? More than diamonds hidin' on a shelf Do you know who you are? God has made you a shining star I've got a little friend, her age
All aboard here we go, all aboard here we go and we`ll be comin atcha, comin on atcha, comin on atcha woa woa were comin on atcha comin on atcha ahhh
Here's a little spoken word for you It's coffee and the tree He was a beautiful shade of chocolate She was a beautiful shade of red And under the watchful
Ain't got no halo, no wings to fly away I've got to labor, for many many days I'm on a journey, I'm looking for a place To rest by burdens, far from this
