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Lyrics to Linda Cusumano Album
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MAIDEN’S SONG L.Cusumano ©1990
Here stands a man with the world in his hand
adrift on a ship, he is building his dreams on a sail without seams, her voice echoes in the cold night air------------
and she sings ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh
As the sun sets he is drawing his nets,
to his despair they have gone with the tide and the voice of his bride carries into the calm of the night
and she sings ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh
Why has it come to this ? What have I done now?
Is it too late to go home?
Running in strife from his turnstile life,
adrift on a ship then the sails take the wind when the man deep within hears the song of the one who calls him home
she sings ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh
There as they stand with his heart in her hand
biding their time and they're building their dream on the rock by the stream
and eagles mount up as they sing
ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh
ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh
ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh
ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh.....
STILL SMALL VOICE L. Cusumano ©1986
I looked over yonder and what did I see
The swords were arising from my enemy
Go forth to the mountain and wait for the Lord
But I just keep running, running from the sword
I wasn’t looking for that
Still small voice,
Looking for that still small voice
Looking for that still small voice
Looking for that still small voice
It’s not in the strong wind that passes on by
It’s not in the earth that trembles below
It’s not in the fire that burns through the night
It’s in the still solemn voice of a dove
I wasn’t listening to that
Still small voice,
Listening to that still small voice
Listening to that still small voice
Listening to that still small voice
I sat on a mountain
Retreating from my enemy
Hoping that the hills would disguise me
Hoping that they’d hear my plea
I stopped all my trembling
When the grace of a dove flew on by
The peace in my heart I remember
Was the still small voice
So turn off your T.V. and shut out the lights
Turn off your radio be quiet tonight
‘Cause if you keep talking and talking’s your choice
You’ll talk right over that still small voice
You’ve got to listen to that
Still small voice,
Listen to that still small voice
Listen to that still small voice
Listen to that still small voice
Listen to that still small voice
Listen to that still small voice
Listen to that still small voice...
IT IS WELL WITH MY SOUL Horatio G. Spafford 1828-1888 Philip P. Bliss
When peace like a river, attendeth my way
When sorrows like sea billows roll
Whatever my lot you have taught me to say
It is well, it is well with my soul
It is well... With my soul...
It is well, it is well with my soul
Though Satan should buffet and trials should come my way
Let this blest assurance control
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate
and has shed His own blood for my soul
It is well... With my soul...
It is well, it is well with my soul
My sin oh, the bliss of this glorious thought
My sin not in part, but the whole
Is nailed to the cross and I bear it no more
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord Oh my soul!
It is well... With my soul...
It is well, it is well with my soul
And, Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll
The trump shall resound and the Lord shall descend
Even so, it is well with my soul
THE NEW JERUSALEM L. Cusumano ©1998
Streets are paved with gold
Emeralds on the door
Never has a city shone this kind of light before
Peace that passes understanding fills your heart with joy and love
Can you visualize
a city light so bright
High up on a hill-----lighting up the night
Angels singing "Gloria" waiting for it to come down----------
CHORUS:
In the New Jerusalem, In the New Jerusalem
In the New Jerusalem, In the New Jerusalem
He shall wipe away from your eyes all your tears
You people that He calls His very own-------
Stand your ground and don't give in I tell 'ya now it won't be long
Time is very near, as things fall into place
I can't wait for the clouds part and meet him face to face,
Angels singing "Gloria, Glory in the Highest"
WHO SAID “DON’T CRY?” L. Cusumano ©1986
Sometimes the world can be a dark and callous sphere
No one’s near nothings clear in a world that hurries by
Wonder why I can’t cry for those who’ve less than I
And I remember someone said “Don’t cry”
Sometimes I feel like I’m a hundred miles away
Nothings real, no one feels, I’m alone among the crowd
It’s my fault, lost my way and that I won’t deny
And I don’t recall who said “Don’t cry”
Only You can mend these broken wings
Only You can make me fly
Only You can make my stone heart sing
Take me way beyond the sky
Sometimes I hear Your voice calling from afar
And I’m amazed and I marvel that You really do love me
I stand in awe of the captives You’ve set free
Now I can cry for those who’ve less than I
…And sometimes you really need to cry.
COME UNTO ME © 1991 L. Cusumano
Come unto Me all ye that are heavy laden
And I will give you rest
Put your yoke upon Me I’m gentle in heart
And you will find rest for your soul
Chorus 1:
Come unto me, Come unto Me
And I will give you rest
Come unto Me, Come unto Me
And I will give you rest
Come and rejoice your redeemer draws nigh
Come and hear My voice
I am the way the truth and the life
In Me you’ll find rest for your soul
Chorus 2:
Come unto me, Come unto me
And I will give you rest
Come unto me, Come unto me
And I will give you rest
JOY COMES IN THE MORNING L. Cusumano ©1991
The Road behind is left with many troubles that faced me---- in a sea
Filled with sorrow and with pain
I looked up to the sky, wishing I would die all that I knew....I was through
And then Jesus said to me child
Joy comes in the morning, in the early morning light, passing through the darkest hours
I will hold you tight....
Joy comes in the morning, when the sun rises high and I'll glorify His name forever 'cause joy comes in the morning light
No one, could know, what life was like with everything out of..... Your control
but I've learned what God expects of me, I see, he gave the strength and love to carry on.... now I sing.... of a new day that's coming
Joy comes in the morning, in the early morning light, passing through the darkest hours
I will hold you tight
Joy comes in the morning, He brings a brand new day and I'll glorify His name forever I'll praise Him in everyway
Joy comes in the morning, in the early morning light, passing through the darkest hours
I will hold you tight
Joy comes in the morning when the sun rises high, and I'll glorify His name forever 'cause joy comes in the morning
Light..... Just give up the fight
And let Jesus have the victory hold on through the night
Joy comes in the morning, in the early morning light, passing through the darkest hours
I will hold you tight
Joy comes in the morning, He brings a brand new day and I'll glorify His name forever I'll praise Him in everyway
Joy comes in the morning, in the early morning light, passing through the darkest hours
I will hold you tight
Joy comes in the morning when the sun rises high, and I'll glorify His name forever 'cause joy comes in the morning
SHE WEARS A DRESS L. Cusumano ©1989
Her eyes they watch you as you, turn away
She roams in the park 'till the light of day a guilty smile seems to follow her wherever she goes---------
They often call out to her, silly names
They often see her face from their window panes; it doesn't matter 'cause the world still turns the same oh-----
CHORUS
She wears a dress from the Salvation Army
She picks some flowers from the old man's yard
It doesn't matter if she comes or she's going
Her nights alone.......She fights alone
She saves her nickels for a rainy day
Comes Sunday morning, she goes to the church to pray
The children love her and they follow her wherever she goes oh....
You're sitting back with your paper and your lemonade
The radio plays your favorite serenade
The kids at college and the mortgage paid
Your nights alone, you fight alone
You're sitting back watching your favorite show
Your wife has got a mink and all the world must know
You got your Caddy in your brand new garage
Your nights alone, you fight alone
OH WOMAN L. Cusumano ©1987
In the early morning sun
Rises up the only one
Whose voice she knows
And when His bride awakes
She’ll not be afraid
She won’t be slow
To sing of His beauty and all that He’s done
Everlasting Son
And when the King has come
We will be the ones to sing Alleluia
In the deepest darkest place
His light and His grace
Is shown to all
But she knows His voice ‘cause
She has made the choice
Not to fall
She sings of His beauty
As she toils to bring
Others unto Him while others
They sing
And when the King has come
We will be the ones to sing Alleluia
She won’t know the place in time
When He’ll sweep her off her feet
But she knows that time is to her benefit
Oh awake thou sleeping girl
More precious than any pearl
You’re as honey to His lips oh woman
Woman you travail in birth
You’re the salt of all the earth
And don’t you know that time is to your benefit
Oh awake thou sleeping girl
More precious than any pearl
You’re as incense to His face oh woman…oh woman
WHAT A FRIEND (We Have in Jesus) Joseph M. Scriven 1855
Jazz Instrumental - No Lyrics
GOD’S NOT A LIAR L. Cusumano ©1997
“ I'm OK if your Ok” just follow your heart
Fill your world with what you please and from that never part
And they praise me as I show the world that I am coming out
Just write our songs and sing our praise and go out with a shout
But, God's not a liar, He stands behind his word
No man has two masters, choose whom this day you'll serve
And all the poems the people write doesn't change a thing
'Cause God's not a liar, He still reigns as king
You have suffered; you have lost to all deceptive lies
You psycho-analyze your state with professions eyes
And you say that it's your parents fault and the talk show hosts agree that
I am not responsible for the animal in me
But, God's not a liar, and He doesn't ride a bus
He suffered bled and rose again, He did that all for us
And all the songs the "pop stars" write, doesn't change a thing
'Cause God's not a liar, He still reigns as king
One day my daughter said when she came home from school
In science class they laughed at me and said God is just a fool
They told me that the Bible is a book of antiquity
In a prehistoric time and it was not meant for me
I said child that
God's not a liar or a meditative name
He's not a classroom conversation or a Thursday bingo game
He put the stars up in the sky and His Spirit in our lives and
All the songs the people write and
All the poems the poets dream and
All deceit that Satan brings doesn't change a thing
'Cause God's not a liar, He still reigns as king
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