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BETWEEN THE THIEVES: LOVE IS MORE THAN JUST INTERCOURSE
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He hung there on that cursed tree High on that hill between the thieves He paid the price for you and me That we might be set free for all eternity. Sunday, August 2, 2009. LOVE IS MORE THAN JUST INTERCOURSE. By Stan C. Countz. I’ll wait for the day you are ready. I’ll watch and pray and hold steady. Come what may, I’ll stay the course. I’ll live each day with no remorse. 8216;Cuz love is more than just intercourse. No matter which way we may be heading. I’ll wait for the day of our wedding. To Save Us, ...
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Out in a Blaze: OUT IN A BLAZE
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Out in a Blaze. Dedicated to my brother Ken Countz. Thursday, January 29, 2009. OUT IN A BLAZE. By Stan C. Countz. He wore his best cowboy hat. Whenever he went to town. His friend Pat made him laugh. Whenever he came around. He'd been sippin' whiskey. For two straight days and nights. He knew to drive was risky. But he really needed a light. They were just gonna pick up. A coupla packs of cigarettes. But they found some butts. And rolled their own instead. They rolled a coupla doobies. Stan C. Countz.
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Dancin' on the Ceilin': RECIPE FOR A BROKEN HEART
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Dancin' on the Ceilin'. Poetry and lyrics that celebrate the joys and sorrows of life and love. Friday, December 14, 2007. RECIPE FOR A BROKEN HEART. Lyrics by Stan C. Countz, music by Bruce Guynn. He pulled out her letter and read it over again. The one she wrote the night she up and left him (It was…). One part never there, two parts unprepared. A dash of despair and there you have it…. The recipe for a broken heart. Could’ve fanned the flame, it’s a cryin’ shame. Of the recipe for a broken heart.
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Dancin' on the Ceilin': My Best Friend
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Dancin' on the Ceilin'. Poetry and lyrics that celebrate the joys and sorrows of life and love. Thursday, December 13, 2007. Words by Judy Whann, music by Don Whann. You were there when I needed a friend. When I felt lost and my life was at an end. You saw in me a person whose life was free. You became my best friend. You were there to ease the pain. To teach me to let go, with nothing to gain. A boy and a girl out have fun, just friendship. No need to run, my best friend. I never want to let you go.
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Dancin' on the Ceilin': NOTHING IS AS IT APPEARS
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Dancin' on the Ceilin'. Poetry and lyrics that celebrate the joys and sorrows of life and love. Tuesday, December 11, 2007. NOTHING IS AS IT APPEARS. Original lyrics by Stan C. Countz. I hear the Spirit weeping. His voice rings loud and clear. The Father isn't sleeping, He'll wipe away our tears. And calm our foolish fears. His promise He is keeping. Your cries for help He hears; He holds them for safekeeping. We're wasting bitter tears; our silent cries He hears. Nothing is as it appears. Can I Ever Tru...
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Dancin' on the Ceilin': NO STOPPIN' ME
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Dancin' on the Ceilin'. Poetry and lyrics that celebrate the joys and sorrows of life and love. Tuesday, December 11, 2007. By Stan C. Countz. Everyone is in their places and they've taken their seats. It seems to me a sea of faces are staring out at me. It's the stuff of dreams and the crowd seems to be waitin’. To be anticipatin’ and wonderin’ what’s happenin’ to me? I’m tryin’ to figure out if the crowd is laughin’ at or with me…. Will my butterflies line up in rows if I don’t swing the bat? Hope the ...
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BETWEEN THE THIEVES: The Right to be Wrong
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He hung there on that cursed tree High on that hill between the thieves He paid the price for you and me That we might be set free for all eternity. Friday, August 7, 2009. The Right to be Wrong. A summer's eve, I weep as I remember. I am alone, haunted by the shadows of memories and ghosts. But she’s the one I dream about the most. It’s enough to drive a heathen to his knees. Why did she have to leave? Who am I tryin’ to please? Maybe I just need some time to grieve…. Why am I flyin’ blind? I can't give...
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Dancin' on the Ceilin': Psalm 1
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Dancin' on the Ceilin'. Poetry and lyrics that celebrate the joys and sorrows of life and love. Tuesday, December 11, 2007. Lyrics by Stan C. Countz. Blessed is the man that cares not. What this world has to offer. Who walks not in the path of the sinner. Or sits in the seat of the scoffer. In the law of the Lord his heart delights. He meditates on it both day and night. He shall be as a tree by the rivers of water. And whatever he does will grow and prosper. I don’t have much I can offer. Eyes of a Child.
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BETWEEN THE THIEVES: BETWEEN THE THIEVES
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He hung there on that cursed tree High on that hill between the thieves He paid the price for you and me That we might be set free for all eternity. Sunday, August 2, 2009. He hung there on that cursed tree. High on that hill between the thieves. He paid the price for you and me. That we might be set free for all eternity. One cursed his name and laughed. The other was ashamed and asked. If He would remember him when. He came into His kingdom. He had no time to be baptized. He said as He gave up His life.