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Light of the world
We all are blind
Light of the world
Renew the mind
Light of the world
Redeem the heart
Light of the world
Invade a thousand points of dark
We need to find you here
Where we are
Lost in hatred
Lost in violence
Lost in fear
Come shake the fissured ground
We stand upon
We’re proud and shameless
Rude and arrogant
And never wrong
Light of the world
We all are blind
Light of the world
Renew the mind
Light of the world
Redeem the heart
Light of the world
Invade a thousands points of dark
May your love bring defeat
To our bent
For entitlement and bigotry,
Hypocrisy and cruelty,
Greed and deceit
May your sweet love wash clean
Every sin
Of the jealous and the cowardly,
The thoughtless and the miserly,
The dishonest and the mean
Light of the world
We all are blind
Light of the world
Renew the mind
Light of the world
Redeem the heart
Light of the world
Invade a thousand points of dark
Light of the world
Invade a thousand points of dark
Have mercy on us
(Invade a thousand points of dark)
Have mercy on us
(Invade a thousand points of dark)…..
words and music: Terry Scott Taylor
©2019 Shape Of Air Music, BMI
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Father Explains- 2019
03:03
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His bare feet are calloused, he hikes up his pants
His mother says "Son you're too young for the ranks"
We need food for our families not airplanes and tanks
And that's where the money's all gone
Eight brothers and sisters, but three of them died
Caught out in the marketplace with nowhere to hide
The boy thinks God may be over on the devil's side
Where the line in the sand has been drawn
Father's screaming now "Somebody put out the light
If God wills it now we'll be in heaven tonight"
(Oh yeah) The bombs came down like steel rain
(Oh yeah) Hit the ground like steel rain
(Oh yeah) Nothing sounds like steel rain
"It's our lot in life, son" his father explains
When the total of life has been suffering and hate
Death on the doorsteps and endless debate
Then God only knows how much blood it will take
Before someone makes right all the wrong
So bitter and hardened, too old for his age
The boy screams his madness, succumbs to his rage
Now he's just another death on the bottom of the page
And that's how the story goes on
Father's screaming now "Somebody put out the light
If God wills it now we'll be in heaven tonight"
(Oh yeah) The bombs came down like steel rain
(Oh yeah) Scarred the ground like steel rain
(Oh yeah) Nothing sounds like steel rain
"It's our lot in life, daughter" her father explains
Words and music by Terry Taylor
©1991 Shape Of Air Music, BMI
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Faithful Street- 2019
02:37
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Have you heard about 'Faithful street'
Where the honey flows, and grace is cheap?
They've been sowing everything they reap
(so they say)
Chorus:
And everyone's in glowing health
(Faithful street)
And everyone can share the wealth
(Faithful street)
And no ones faith is ever weak
On faithful street
Sometimes it's called 'The Righteous Mile'
Where holy Joes know how to dress in style
And only perfect couples walk the aisle
(so they say)
It's in the middle of 'Beulah-land'
And if you're not a wise and wealthy man
They will put you on the payment plan
(so they say)
Chorus
Bridge:
A satellite manned with a mission
Moves with a delicate precision
Brings glory to our tele-vision
And calls us all to meet
On Faithful street
And if Jesus were alive and well
He'd be staying in their best hotel
He'd rest his head, and His tired feet
On 'faithful street'
written by Terry Scott Taylor
©2001 Zoom Daddy/BMI
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Last night I dreamt Aloha was floating,
Hanging like a picture in the skies over
New Jerusalem
Get back into the bus, Aloha
Back into the bus, Aloha baby
Get into the bus, Aloha
Hula if you must, but get back into the bus
Aloha baby, Aloha baby mine
Aloha baby, Aloha baby mine
You say a band plays inside your head
to the praise filling up your heart
You say you're dancing for the glory of God
But you leave me in the dark, Aloha
Do you want to break my heart, Aloha baby?
Get into the bus, Aloha
You're tearing us apart, Aloha baby
There's a place called "The Promise Land,"
It overlooks the ocean
With your own room and a lovely view
And a cure for your devotion
Last night I dreamt Aloha was floating,
Hanging like a picture in the skies over
New Jerusalem
You've crossed the line again
Your passion's an embarrassing thing
The crowd is laughing at us
So get into the bus, Aloha
When you lose control, Aloha
Where do you go, Aloha?
Hello in there.........
Get back into the bus, Aloha
Back into the bus, Aloha baby
Get into the bus, Aloha
Hula if you must, but get back into the bus
Aloha baby, Aloha baby mine
Aloha baby, Aloha baby mine
written by Terry Scott Taylor
©1995 Twitchen Vibes Music (ASCAP)
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The Gates Of Eden- 2019
03:33
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Open up The Gates of Eden,
Bride of the promise
(Nothing that she lacks)
No angel guards The Gates of Eden,
No sword on fire to turn her back
She’s getting out of Babylon,
The bully-boys that did her wrong
Say she’ll be back
Before too long
But they will tremble
After she’s gone
Open up The Gates of Eden,
Bride of the promise
(Nothing that she lacks)
No angel guards The Gates of Eden,
No sword on fire to turn her back
Dust of her feet on everything,
And fallen angels, though curses bring,
They Shall not see her kind again
’Til dressed in glory she does descend
Child of promise,
Child of faith,
Your treasure’s found in that
Eternal place
Out there beyond The Gates of Eden,
Bride of the promise
(Nothing that she lacks)
No angel guards The Gates of Eden,
No sword on fire
To turn her back
No sword on fire
To turn her back
words and music: Terry Scott Taylor
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