Song for Sunday

Put Your Hand in the Hand

Put your hand in the hand of the man

Who stilled the water

Put your hand in the hand of the man

Who calmed the sea

Take a look at yourself

And you can look at others differently

Put your hand in the hand of the man

From Galilee

My momma taught me how to pray

Before I reached the age of seven

When I'm down on my knees

That's when I'm closest to heaven

Daddy lived his life, two kids and a wife

Well you do what you must do

But he showed me enough of what it takes

To get me through, oh yeh!

Put your hand in the hand of the man

Who stilled the water

Put your hand in the hand of the man

Who calmed the sea

Take a look at yourself

And you can look at others differently

Put your hand in the hand of the man

From Galilee Oh yeh!

Put your hand in the hand of the man

Who stilled the water

Put your hand in the hand of the man

Who calmed the sea

Take a look at yourself

And you can look at others differently

Put your hand in the hand of the man

From Galilee Oh yeh!

Put your hand in the hand of the man

Who stilled the water

Put your hand in the hand of the man

Who calmed the sea

Take a look at yourself

And you can look at others differently

Put your hand in the hand of the man

From Galilee Oh yeh!

Put your hand in the hand of the man from Galilee

Put your hand in the hand of the man from Galilee, Oh yeh!

Song for Sunday

His Eye Is On the Sparrow!

When things seem to be falling apart, they are really just falling in place.

TODAY: JANUARY 22

Sam Cooke born in 1931, The King of Soul

His first hit “You Send Me,” in 1957, soared to the top of the charts and earned Cooke an appearance on Dick Clark’s “American Bandstand” in 1959.

Song for Sunday and Merry Christmas!

From Me to You!
...and Best Wishes for a Bright and Happy New Year!

What The World Needs Now Is Love

What the world needs now is love, sweet love

It's the only thing that there's just too little of

What the world needs now is love, sweet love

No, not just for some but for everyone

Lord, we don't need another mountain

There are mountains and hillsides enough to climb

There are oceans and rivers enough to cross

Enough to last until the end of time

What the world needs now is love, sweet love

It's the only thing that there's just too little of

What the world needs now is love, sweet love

No, not just for some but for everyone

Lord, we don't need another meadow

There are corn fields and wheat fields enough to grow

There are sunbeams and moonbeams enough to shine

Oh, listen Lord, if You want to know

What the world needs now is love, sweet love

It's the only thing that there's just too little of

What the world needs now is love, sweet love

No, not just for some, oh but just for every, every, everyone

Lyrics by Hal David and

Music by Bert Bacharach

Artist: Dionne Warwick

SONG FOR SUNDAY AUGUST 31 2014

Three Bells
(The Jimmy Brown Song)
The Brown's
Jim Ed, Maxine, Bonnie
(Now and Then)

There's a village hidden deep in the valley
Among the pine trees half forlorn
And there on a sunny morning
Little Jimmy Brown was born

All the chapel bells were ringing in the little valley town
And the song that they were singing was for baby Jimmy Brown
Then the little congregation prayed for guidance from above
Lead us not into temptation
Bless this hour of meditation
Guide him with eternal love

There's a village hidden deep in the valley
Beneath the mountains high above
And there twenty years thereafter
Jimmy was to meet his love

All the chapel bells were ringing in the little valley town
And the song that they were was for baby Jimmy Brown
Then the little congregation prayed for guidance from above
Lead us not into temptation
Bless Oh Lord this celebration
May their lives be filled with love

From the village hidden deep in the valley
One rainy morning dark and grey
A soul winged its way to heaven
Jimmy Brown had passed away

All the chapel bells were ringing in the little valley town
And the song that they were singing was for baby Jimmy Brown
Then the little congregation prayed for guidance from above
Lead us not into temptation
May his soul find the salvation
Of Thy great eternal love

SONG FOR SUNDAY

I'd like to build the world a home

And furnish it with love

Grow apple trees and honey bees

And snow white turtle doves

I'd like to teach the world to sing

In perfect harmony

I'd like to hold it in my arms

And keep it company

I'd like to see the world for once

All standing hand in hand

And hear them echo through the hills

For peace throughout the land

That's the song I hear

Let the world sing today

A song of peace 

That echoes on

And never goes away

I'd like to teach the world to sing

In perfect harmony

I'd like to teach the world to sing

In perfect harmony

I'd like to build the world a home

And furnish it with love

Grow apple trees and honey bees

And snow white turtle doves

I'd like to teach the world to sing

In perfect harmony

I'd like to hold it in my arms

And keep it company

SONG FOR SUNDAY-FROM A DISTANCE

From a distance the world looks blue and green,
and the snow-capped mountains white.
From a distance the ocean meets the stream,
and the eagle takes to flight.

From a distance, there is harmony,
and it echoes through the land.
It's the voice of hope, it's the voice of peace,
it's the voice of every man.

From a distance we all have enough,
and no one is in need.
And there are no guns, no bombs, and no disease,
no hungry mouths to feed.

From a distance we are instruments
marching in a common band.
Playing songs of hope, playing songs of peace.
They're the songs of every man.
God is watching us. God is watching us.
God is watching us from a distance.

From a distance you look like my friend,
even though we are at war.
From a distance I just cannot comprehend
what all this fighting is for.

From a distance there is harmony,
and it echoes through the land.
And it's the hope of hopes, it's the love of loves,
it's the heart of every man.

It's the hope of hopes, it's the love of loves.
This is the song of every man.
And God is watching us, God is watching us,
God is watching us from a distance.
Oh, God is watching us, God is watching.
God is watching us from a distance.

SONG FOR SUNDAY-AMAZING GRACE

Amazing Grace

John Newton (1725-1807)

Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,

That saved a wretch like me.

I once was lost but now am found,

Was blind, but now I see.

T'was Grace that taught my heart to fear.

And Grace, my fears relieved.

How precious did that Grace appear

The hour I first believed.

Through many dangers, toils and snares

I have already come;

'Tis Grace that brought me safe thus far

and Grace will lead me home.

The Lord has promised good to me.

His word my hope secures.

He will my shield and portion be,

As long as life endures.

Yea, when this flesh and heart shall fail,

And mortal life shall cease,

I shall possess within the veil,

A life of joy and peace.

Yes, when this flesh and heart shall fail,

And mortal life shall cease;

I shall profess, within the vail,

A life of joy and peace.

The following stanza was written by an an anonymous author, often replacing the sixth stanza, or inserted as the fourth.

When we've been there ten thousand years

Bright shining as the sun.

We've no less days to sing God's praise

Than when we've first begun.

Chorus:

Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me.

I once was lost but now am found,

Was blind, but now I see.

SONGS FOR SUNDAY

#1 Pin on My Pinterest-OKLAHOMA wins!

Oklahoma, my very first pin on Pinterest was to my 'Sound of Music' 

Board.  It has been my most popular pin to date!

I still loved it in the 7th grade:)

My first 'live' theater 

experience was

 "Oklahoma". 

My Mom and Dad took 

me to see it when I was 

in the 5th or 6th grade.  




When I saw the movie with Gordon MacRae and Shirley Jones, I was 

hooked.  My Mom's family was from Oklahoma and I visited there 

many times as a kid...where the wind comes sweepin' down the plain! 

I love Oklahoma!  So do a lot of other people. So far, 537 have repinned 

it, 63 'heart' it, and 5 have made comments.  (Probably not a record, but 

still a lot of people).  Every morning when I check my phone, someone 

will have repinned or liked it.

SONG FOR SUNDAY

Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee! 
 E'n though it be a cross that raiseth me, 
 still all my song shall be, 
 nearer, my God, to thee; 
 nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee! 

Though like the wanderer, the sun gone down, 
 darkness be over me, my rest a stone; 
 yet in my dreams I'd be 
 nearer, my God, to thee; 
 nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee! 

There let the way appear, steps unto heaven; 
 all that thou sendest me, in mercy given; 
 angels to beckon me 
 nearer, my God, to thee; 
 nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee! 

Then, with my waking thoughts bright with thy praise, 
 out of my stony griefs Bethel I'll raise; 
 so by my woes to be 
 nearer, my God, to thee; 
 nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee! 

or if, on joyful wing cleaving the sky, 
 sun, moon, and stars forgot, upward I fly, 
 still all my song shall be, 
 nearer, my God, to thee; 
 nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee!

SONG FOR SUNDAY

"Holly Holy"

Holly holy eyes, dream of only me
Where I am, what I am
What I believe in
Holly holy

Holly holy dream
Wanting only you
And she come
And I run just like the wind will
Holly holy

Sing a song
Sing a song of songs
Sing it out, Sing it strong
Yeah! Yeah!

Call the sun in the dead of the night
And the sun gonna rise in the sky
Touch a man who can't walk upright
And that lame man, he gonna fly
And I fly, yeah, And I fly

Holly holy love
Take the lonely child
And the seed
Let it be full with tomorrow
Holly holy

Sing a song
Sing a song of songs
Sing it out, sing it strong
Yeah! Yeah!

Call the sun in the dead of the night
And the sun gonna rise in the sky
Touch a man who can't walk upright
And that lame man, he gonna fly
And I fly, yeah
God (And) I fly

Holly holy dream
Dream 'bout only you
Holly holy sun
Holly holy rain
Holly holy love

Song for Sunday

Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for the springing fresh from the world

Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heaven
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God's recreation of the new day