(Jimmy P. Brown II, George Ochoa) Chipped beef, such a treat, one jar of dried beef Two cups of whole milk, one tablespoon of cornstarch Two tablespoons
Slaves to the power of sin Once in captivity to darkness; spiritually dead A voice cried from the top of a hill "It is finished"! It awakened those who
(Jimmy P. Brown II/Terry Taylor) Unfortunate souls will often say We need to cling to yesterday An evil there or light to see Gives us hope of what might
It has been appointed once for a man to die But after this the judgement Once the appointment has been made Nothing can be done to change it No need to
You say you're getting tired of the spiritual march Your life is slowly growing cold Life just seems so much harder: all the battles day by day That's
(Terry Taylor/Jerry Chamberlain) Act I He turns the t.v. high, the walls are paper thin He hopes the neighbor folks aren't listening He's killed his wife
(Jimmy P. Brown II) The fleeting hours of mourning come But soon pass away The thought of laying 'neath a slab Seems an unenticing gray Life as it is,
And there he stood so very still His weary eyes gased Into the open sky Voice of Jehovah breaking Through the den of noise For his humble servant to hear
There is only right and wrong There is no in between The enemy will only blind your eyes And make it all unseen You must open blinded eyes Open all to
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A man's life, a boot camp Preparing him for the grave There is nothing more to living Or so I thought I heard them say Existence carnal, I am but a man
(Jimmy P. Brown II) Sunlight is pouring all over me The cracks in the window blinds Tell I'm free But in the night when fear paralyzes Allowing no pathway
(Jimmy P. Brown II, George Ochoa) What kind of society do we have Where doing the wrong is right? Living by rules pressured in Throughout time The lies
Though you speak with tongues of angels Was said so long ago If love is not the motive Your evil as our foe I don't care if you prophesy Or have the
I've been through the day and I don't have the time To speak unto friends or to speak Lord to You There is only one thing on my mind And that is pleasing
(Jimmy P. Brown II, George Ochoa) Defying all laws of logic Scrutinizing truth to lies To suit presuppositions, I ask why? I'm sure for greedy gain Or
J.I.G. King Of Kings, Lord Of Lords, Emmanuel God Is With Us First And Last, He Erases Past He's Lord And King, He's Everything High Priest Touched With