Psalm 94:3-4 Lord, how long shall the wicked, how long shall the wicked triumph? How long shall they utter and speak hard things? and all the workers of iniquity boast themselves?
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LYRIC FOR THE WEEK
All the stories have been told
Of kings and days of old
But there’s no England now (there’s no England now)
All the wars that were won and lost
Somehow don’t seem to matter very much anymore
All the lies we were told (all the lies we were told)
All the lies of the people running ’round
Their castles have burned
Now I see change
But inside we’re the same as we ever were
Living on a thin line
Tell me now, what are we supposed to do?
Living on a thin line (living on a thin line)
Tell me now, what are we supposed to do?
Living on a thin line (living on a thin line)
Living this way, each day is a dream
What am I, what are we supposed to do?
Living on a thin line (living on a thin line)
Tell me now, what are we supposed to do?
Now another century nearly gone (gone)
What are we gonna leave for the young?
What we couldn’t do, what we wouldn’t do
It’s a crime, but does it matter?
Does it matter much, does it matter much to you?
Does it ever really matter?
Yes, it really, really matters
Living on a thin line (living on a thin line)
Tell me now, what are we supposed to do?
Living on a thin line (living on a thin line)
Tell me now, what are we supposed to do?
Then another leader says
“Break their hearts and break some heads”
Is there nothing we can say or do?
Blame the future on the past
Always lost in bloody guts
And when they’re gone, it’s me and you
Living on a thin line
Tell me now, what are we supposed to do?
Living on a thin line (living on a thin line)
Tell me now, what are we supposed to do?
Living on a thin line
Jeremiah 6:28 They are all grievous revolters, walking with slanders: they are brass and iron; they are all corrupters.
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Walking through forests of palm tree apartments —
scoff at the monkeys who live in their dark tents
down by the waterhole — drunk every Friday —
eating their nuts — saving their raisins for Sunday.
Lions and tigers who wait in the shadows —
they’re fast but they’re lazy, and sleep in green meadows.
Let’s bungle in the jungle — well, that’s all right by me.
Psalm 106:38 And shed innocent blood, even the blood of their sons and of their daughters, whom they sacrificed unto the idols of Canaan: and the land was polluted with blood.
Leviticus 18:21 And thou shalt not let any of thy seed pass through the fire to Molech, neither shalt thou profane the name of thy God: I am the Lord.
2 Thessalonians 2:3-4Let no man deceive you by any means: for that day shall not come, except there come a falling away first, and that man of sin be revealed, the son of perdition; Who opposeth and exalteth himself above all that is called God, or that is worshipped; so that he as God sitteth in the temple of God, shewing himself that he is God.
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LYRIC FOR THE WEEK
You know I can be found
Sitting home all alone
If you can’t come around
At least please telephone
Don’t be cruel to a heart that’s true
Baby, if I made you mad
For something I might have said
Please, let’s forget my past
The future looks bright ahead
Don’t be cruel to a heart that’s true
I don’t want no other love
Baby, it’s just you I’m thinking of
Don’t stop thinking of me
Don’t make me feel this way
Come on over here and love me
You know what I want you to say
Don’t be cruel to a heart that’s true
Why should we be apart?
I really love you, baby, cross my heart
Let’s walk up to the preacher
And let us say, “I do,”
Then you’ll know you’ll have me
And I’ll know that I’ll have you
Don’t be cruel to a heart that’s true
I don’t want no other love
Baby, it’s just you I’m thinking of
Don’t be cruel to a heart that’s true
Don’t be cruel to a heart that’s true
I don’t want no other love
Baby, it’s just you I’m thinking of
( Don’t Be Cruel – by Otis Blackwell, Elvis Aaron Presley )
ELVIS PASSED AWAY 49 YEARS AGO TODAY.
LYRIC FOR THE WEEK (BONUS REPEAT FROM A FEW MONTHS AGO)
I was thinking that night about Elvis
Day that he died, day that he died
I was thinking that night about Elvis
Day that he died, day that he died
Just a country boy
That combed his hair
And he put on a shirt his mother made
And went on the air
And he shook it like a chorus girl
He shook it like a Harlem queen
He shook it like a midnight rambler, baby
Like you never seen
I was thinking that night about Elvis
Day that he died, day that he died
I was thinking that night about Elvis
Day that he died, day that he died
How he took it all
Out of black and white
Grabbed his wand in the other hand
And he held on tight
And he shook it like a hurricane
He shook it like to make it break
And he shook it like a holy roller, baby
With his soul at stake, his soul at stake
I was thinking that night about Elvis
Day that he died, day that he died
I was thinking that night about Elvis
Day that he died, day that he died
He was all alone
In a long decline
Thinking how happy John Henry was
That he fell down and died
When he shook it and it rang like silver
He shook it and it shined like gold
He shook it and he beat that steam drill, baby
Well, bless my soul, bless my soul