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| God gave me the best boy ever.... | | |
| Lately I've been winning battles left and right, But even winners can get wounded in the fight. People say that I'm amazing, strong beyond my years, But they don't see inside of me, I'm hiding all the tears ~They don't know that I go running home when I fall down. They don't know Who picks me up when no one is around. I drop my sword and cry for just awhile. 'Cause deep inside this armour, the warrior is a child. ~ Unafraid because His armour is the best, But even soldiers need a quiet place to rest. People say that I'm amazing, never face retreat, but they don't see the enemies that lay me at His feet ~ They don't know that I go running home when I fall down. They don't know Who picks me up when no on is around. I drop my sword and look up for a smile. 'Cause deep inside this armour, deep inside this armour, deep inside this armour, the warrior is a child... | | |
| When Gentry plays guitar
It's like a song Leon sang long ago
When Gentry plays guitar
The girls at the bar watch him roll away the stone
Pisces apple lady, Alpha Delta queen
When he lets down his long brown hair
I wish he belonged to me
But, he don't, He belongs to the song
And the Melody
When Gentry plays guitar
When Gentry sings this song
He's alone inside a glass house
Made of stone
When Gentry sings a song
His Mom and Dad And his sister all sing along
Sweet home Alabama, Prince of peace
When he lets down his long brown hair
I wished he belong to me
But he don't, He belongs to the song and the melody
When Gentry plays guitar
In conversation you will drown
In his deep green eyes
But salvation is sweet
'Cause he asks for a dance
And you realize
When Gentry plays guitar
It's like a songs Leon sang long ago
When Gentry plays guitar
The girls at the bar watch him roll away the stone
Pisces apple lady, Delta queen
When he lets down his long brown hair
I wish he belonged to me
But, he don't, He belongs to the song
And the Melody
When Gentry plays guitar
He belonged to the melody
When Gentry played guitar
How I wished he belonged to me
But he don't
He belonged to the song and the melody
When Gentry plays guitar
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| one of my favorite things in the whole world is getting to meet my friends parents and getting to see where they live and what they grew up believing and learning. you can understand people so much better when you take the time to have them share their lives with you. ¢¾ | | |
| this verse has never meant so much to me as it does now....
"Come to me, all who are weary and burndened, and I will give you rest." Matthew 11:28
I need you, Oh God my Father, how I need you! | | |
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