I know that you’re discouraged
But you’re not alone
There is absolutely no situation
Out of His control
One door may close
Another will open
Jesus is healer of all that is broken
Chorus:
He will make a way
Where there is no way
He will bring His peace
Where there is no peace
Watch Him put together
What’s been torn apart
He can soften up the most
Hardened of hearts
He will make a way
He will make a way
Where there is no way
Don’t you go believin’ lies
He’s not forgotten you
There’s gonna be another
Higher, greater place
He will take you to
Watch Him move mountains
Ride you through the waves
He can deliver in the darkest of days
Repeat chorus
There is no war
He doesn’t win
When you’re at your end
He’s just beginning
He will make a way
He will make a way
Where there is no way
Our only hope is in Him
No matter what this life can bring
Jesus stands alone
As the God of impossible things
Repeat chorus
Watch Him move mountains
Ride you through the waves
He can deliver in the darkest of days
Repeat chorus
And for the action parts of my life, where the music can't have words, the music would be the theme song to Mission Impossible. (A wink to Glenna ;-) )
2 comments:
"Loser" by Beck.
Really???
I'm not even going to pretend to be smart--or deep-- or drugged out enough to understand what the heck he's saying. care to explain it??
Loser lyrics:
In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey
Butane in my veins and I’m out to cut the junkie
With the plastic eyeballs, spray-paint the vegetables
Dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose
Kill the headlights and put it in neutral
Stock car flamin’ with a loser and the cruise control
Baby’s in reno with the vitamin d
Got a couple of couches, sleep on the love-seat
Someone came in sayin’ I’m insane to complain
About a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
Don’t believe everything that you breathe
You get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve
So shave your face with some mace in the dark
Savin’ all your food stamps and burnin’ down the trailer park
Yo. cut it.
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(double barrel buckshot)
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
Forces of evil on a bozo nightmare
Ban all the music with a phony gas chamber
’cuz one’s got a weasel and the other’s got a flag
One’s on the pole, shove the other in a bag
With the rerun shows and the cocaine nose-job
The daytime crap of the folksinger slob
He hung himself with a guitar string
A slab of turkey-neck and it’s hangin’ from a pigeon wing
You can’t write if you can’t relate
Trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate
And my time is a piece of wax fallin’ on a termite
who's chokin’ on the splinters
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(get crazy with the cheese whiz)
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(drive-by body-pierce)
(yo bring it on down)
Soooooooyy....
?em llik uoy t'nod yhw os ,ybab resol a m'I rodedrep nu yoS
[You can hear hear it if you reverse it.]
(I’m a driver, I’m a winner; things are gonna change I can feel it)
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(I can’t believe you)
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(Sprechen Sie Deutsch hier, Baby!)
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(know what I’m sayin’? )
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