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The wind is moving But I am standing still A life of pages Waiting to be filled A heart that’s hopeful A head that’s full of dreams But this becoming Is harder than it seems Feels like I’m
Chorus: Looking for a reason Roaming through the night to find My place in this world My place in this world Not a lot to lean on I need your light to help me find My place in this world My place in this world
If there are millions Down on their knees Among the many Can you still hear me Hear me asking Where do I belong Is there a vision That I can call my own Show me I’m
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"My Place In This World" -- Michael W. Smith ============================================
I also love "Strange Fruit" by Billie Holiday. Very haunting amd accurate description of the persecution of African Americans by "good-ole boys".
This song still has the power to make me weep... "Streets of Heaven" by Sherrie Austin
Hello God, it's me again. 2:00 a.m., Room 304. Visiting hours are over, time for our bedside tug of war. This sleeping child between us may not make it through the night. I'm fighting back the tears as she fights for her life.
Well, it must be kind of crowded, On the streets of Heaven. So tell me: what do you need her for? Don't you know one day she'll be your little girl forever. But right now I need her so much more. She's much too young to be on her own: Barely just turned seven. So who will hold her hand when she crosses the streets of Heaven?
Tell me God, do you remember the wishes that she made, As she blew out the candles on her last birthday cake? She wants to ride a pony when she'd big enough. She wants to marry her Daddy when she's all grown up.
Well, it must be kind of crowded, On the streets of Heaven. So tell me: what do you need her for? Don't you know one day she'll be your little girl forever. But right now I need her so much more. She's much too young to be on her own: Barely just turned seven. So who will hold her hand when she crosses the streets of Heaven?
Lord, don't you know she's my angel You got plenty of your own And I know you hold a place for her But she's already got a home Well I don't know if you're listenin' But praying is all that's left to do So I ask you Lord have mercy, you lost a son once too.
And it must be kind of crowded, On the streets of Heaven. So tell me: what do you need her for? Don't you know one day she'll be your little girl forever. But right now I need her so much more.
Lord, I know once you've made up your mind, There's no use in beggin'. So if you take her with you today, Will you make sure she looks both ways, And would you hold her hand when she crosses the streets of Heaven.
The streets of Heaven.
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