Mary Ryan

One Sunday morning I hurried on my way
And I arrived at my church ready to worship and pray
Then I saw a girl with blue-green hair
She walked away, not welcome there
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As the sun sets in a faraway land
A young soldier sits, a picture in his hand
His thoughts on his wife and child-a young family
And he prays every night that again he'll see
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You give me some paper and a new ink pen
And I’ll just let the words start to begin
But if it’s a picture from me you desire
To say it would be perfect would make me a liar
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Words of encouragement you gave to me
You touched my life and set me free
You saw the pain of loneliness I had
Even when I said “Fine”, you could tell I was sad
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The door is closed
Don’t look behind
The past remains
It is in your heart
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Kitten playing
With ball of yaarn
Stolen from my basket
Darn!
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When you sit alone, no one sees your tears
Your quiet weeping, no one hears
The pain you bear—no one can know
No one is close to see it show
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The words of the crowd seemed to seal His fate
Some would call Him victim of mans’ cruel hate
Along a dusty road, He made His way
Knowing that He was to die that day
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He came as a Babe
In a manger of hay
Born to us
On Christmas Day
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Parents brought their children to Christ one day
But others didn't like it-wante dto send them away
The Lord loved the children and had them stay
He was firm with the disciples-and had His say
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There is nothing so innocent as a child
With eyes closed and head bowed in prayer
With a pure and simple faith
He gives thanks to the God who created him
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My life in Christ has started, my journey’s just begun
My old life is ended, my wandering is all done
There are so many things I’ll do for Him, to show Him that I care
My life, my time, my money—with others I will share
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The stars and stripes
Reflect my freedom
In this land
I live each day
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My life was shattered, I was broken and in pain
So much I'd lost I thought there was nothing to gain
My past lay behind me, my future unknown
And a place I was seeking, a church to call 'Home'
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America’s pride is growing.
America’s pride is showing.
Flags I see—it seems everywhere.
But were they always there?
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One day Your call I heeded
In the midst of my restless wandering life
Your saving grace is what I needed
To quiet my trouble and strife
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When they saw Christ's death upon the cross
Many counted it a tragic loss
But for the believers they counted it gain
Never to fear eternity ever again
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Have you heard the news?
We’ve declared ourselves free
And now such a task
Is entrusted to me
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Sitting in an emtpy house
Waiting for the phone to ring
Sitting in an empty house
Wanting someone to call about anything
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I'm going to tell you something you might consider funny
But Easter isn't all about the hip hoppity bunny
NOr is at about candy and all those other sweets
And the eggs in the basket and other fun treats
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