Psalm 15:1-2 Lord, who shall abide in thy tabernacle? who shall dwell in thy holy hill? He that walketh uprightly, and worketh righteousness, and speaketh the truth in his heart.
LYRIC FOR THE WEEK
Ridin’ on the City of New Orleans Illinois Central Monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail
All along the southbound odyssey the train pulls out of Kankakee
And rolls along past houses farms and fields
Passing trains that have no name and freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Good morning, America. How are you?
Say, don’t you know me? I’m your native son
I’m the train they call the City of New Orleans
And I’ll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
Dealin’ cards with the old men in the club car
Penny a point, ain’t no one keepin’ score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
And feel the wheels rumbling ‘neath the floor
And the sons of Pullman porters and the sons of engineers
Ride their fathers’ magic carpet made of steel
Mothers with their babes asleep rockin’ to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel
Good morning, America. How are you?
Say, don’t you know me? I’m your native son
I’m the train they call the City of New Orleans
And I’ll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
Night time on the City of New Orleans changing cars in Memphis Tennessee
Halfway home we’ll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness rolling down to the sea
And all the towns and people seem to fade into a bad dream
And the steel rails still ain’t heard the news
The conductor sings his songs again the passengers will please refrain
This train has got the disappearing railroad blues
Good morning, America. How are you?
Say, don’t you know me? I’m your native son
I’m the train they call the City of New Orleans
I’ll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
James 4:14 Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.
Philippians 2:14-15 Do all things without murmurings and disputings: 15 That ye may be blameless and harmless, the sons of God, without rebuke, in the midst of a crooked and perverse nation, among whom ye shine as lights in the world;
Revelation 2:11 He that hath an ear, let him hear what the Spirit saith unto the churches; He that overcometh shall not be hurt of the second death.
LYRIC FOR THE WEEK
If you’re down an’ out, an’ you feel real hurt
Come on over, to the place where I work
An’ all your loneliness, I’ll try to soothe
I’ll play the blues for you
Don’t be afraid, come on in
You might run across, yeah, some of your old friends
All your loneliness, I’ve got to soothe
I’ll play the blues for you
Come on in, sit right here
Let’s rap awhile
Ya see I’m kinda lonely too, yeah
An’ loneliness is a very bad thing
If ya let it get the best of ya
An’ loneliness can get ya down, you know
Yeah, yeah, are you comfortable now?
Yeah, yeah, that’s outta sight
Yeah, as I was sayin’ before
Loneliness can get you down, an’ I have heard of, ah
Loneliness blowin’ some good people’s mind, ya know?
But ya can’t do that
This is a big world, this is a big world
An’ there’s too many nice things happenin’ in this world
You’re a very pretty girl
Where you live?
No, no, no, disregard that, that’s okay, that’s okay
Most important thing
I wanna know you
I say, I wanna know you
Uh-huh, ooh-wee, that’s groovy, ain’t it?
I’ll play the blues for you
I ain’t got no big name
Oh Lord, an’ I ain’t no big star
I’ll play the blues for you, on my guitar
All your loneliness, I’ll try to soothe
I’ll play the blues for you, um!
Excuse me
(I’ll Play The Blues For You – Jerry Marlon Beach )
Jeremiah 9:3 And they bend their tongues like their bow for lies: but they are not valiant for the truth upon the earth; for they proceed from evil to evil, and they know not me, saith the Lord.