I walk through the valley of the shadow of death.. I fear no evil because I'm blind to it all.. My mind and my gun they comfort me,. because I know I'll kill my enemies when they come..
Say man, they tell me you think you're pretty good. Don't you know you're in my neighborhood. They tell me you're pretty fast on your feet. You best be at the dance hall down on 14th street, you hear.
Hi everybody. I'm Archie Drell and the Drells from Houston, Texas. We don't. only sing but we dance just as good as we walk. In Houston we just started a.
Ooh, lay it on me, baby. Don't stop now. Let your hair down, baby. We ain't goin' to heaven, nohow. I'm ready to burn, baby. Right here and now. . Whoa, I dig those crazy clothes.
Come, they told me pa-rum pum pum pum. Our newborn King to see, pa-rum pum pum pum. Our finest gifts we bring pa-rum pum pum pum. To lay before the King pa-rum pum pum pum.
The same hello. A smile and then we knew at once that here we are involved again. The same hello. And all the things we said we couldn't bare again are there again.
Black day, stormy night. No love, no hope in sight. Don't cry, He is coming. Don't die without knowing the Cross. . Ghettos to the left of us. Flowers to the right.
This may be the last time. This may be the last time, children. This may be the last time. May be the last time I don't know. . This may be the last time we ever sing together.
When you feel like there's nowhere to go. Get up and take the high road. When you feel like you're all alone. Get up and take the high road, oh, no. .
Talk about suffering here below. Let's keep talking about Jesus. Talk about suffering here below. Better keep talking about Jesus. . The gospel train is coming.
What you do, what you say. Has a lot to do in how you live today. What you want, and what you make,. Everybody knows it's only what you take. What you see, and what you hear,.
South American stories tell of a girl who's quite a dream. The beauty of her race. Though you'll doubt all the stories and think the tales are just a bit extreme.
On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,. The emblem of suffering and shame;. And I love that old cross where the dearest and best. For a world of lost sinners was slain..
This isn't sometimes, this is always.. This isn't maybe, this is always.. This is love,. The real beginning of forever,. This isn't just mid summer madness,.