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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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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...
songspotlight.blogspot.com
TO SAVE US HE FORGAVE US: TO SAVE US HE FORGAVE US
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TO SAVE US HE FORGAVE US. Wednesday, December 26, 2007. TO SAVE US HE FORGAVE US. TO SAVE US, HE FORGAVE US. Original lyrics by Stan C. Countz. Long before He made us. He knew He’d need to save us. When we were still in sin. Long before the fall. He knew we’d drop the ball. So He gave His all. Long before the manger. He knew we were in danger. He never knew a stranger. So He became our Savior. Long before the cross. He counted the cost. And paid the price. Before we were born. He shaped and formed us.
drsshoes.blogspot.com
MoonStruck: TREASURES IN HEAVEN
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Sunday, June 1, 2008. By Stan C. Countz. My mind is full; my heart is achin’. Everything that can be, will be shaken. So make sure that you’re. Store up for yourselves treasures. In heaven where they can never. Rust or corrupt or be taken. He will never allow. Blessed is the man. Who makes the Lord his trust. Who stores up treasures. That can never rust. We must seek His kingdom first. And we must hunger and thirst for His righteousness. So just speak the word and be assured that I’ll be healed. Whatever...
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MoonStruck: THE WAY IT USED TO BE
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Wednesday, June 11, 2008. THE WAY IT USED TO BE. By Stan C. Countz. You used to be a warm place to come home to. You used to want me as much as I wanted you. You used to be someone I could talk to. Whatever happened to the way it used to be? It used to be the sun rose and set in your eyes. It used to be we never told each other lies. It used to be we didn’t need no alibis. What happened to the way it used to be? When I loved you and you loved me. It seems, these days, we've lost our dreams. The One Who's...
theycalledusjesusfreaks.blogspot.com
They Called Us Jesus Freaks: Be True and Love One Another
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Monday, June 2, 2008. Be True and Love One Another. Lyrics by Stan C. Countz. See that girl over there. With the curls in her hair. The one with the pretty face. With the style and the grace. See that guy with those eyes. The one that looks so surprised. The one who's so quiet and shy. He's hard to miss, I can't deny. Him] She's with me. Her] He's my guy. Both] Aren't we a cute couple. Both] Stay away or there'll be trouble. Both] Means we're mutually exclusive. Both] Don't wanna hear no flimsy excuses.
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No Stoppin' Me Now: MY AMAZING DREAM
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No Stoppin' Me Now. Wednesday, January 30, 2008. By Stan C. Countz. INTRO: G G Em Em C C D D. Take a ride in my time machine. Take a spin it’s been a changing scene. How long’s it been since you were sweet sixteen. And you knew everything? Ducktails and Brylcream; a little dab’l do ya. What’s been happenin’ to ya? We’re hawkin’ Olea and Ovaltine. Got a brand new polio vaccine. Around the World in Eighty Days. Mohammed Ali was Cassius Clay. James Dean and Mr. Green Jeans. It woulda made you scream. Bambi ...
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Life is a Vapor: ONE BAD APPLE
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Life is a Vapor. Tuesday, April 22, 2008. Lyrics by Stan C. Countz. Nowadays I dream while I’m awake. But it seems I’m asleep at the wheel. Keep making the same ol’ mistakes. When will I get well and finally heal? I’m spinnin’ in circles. I’m spiraling down. Holdin’ my breath. 8216;til I finally hit the ground. One bad apple don’t make the whole box rotten. It’s sad I had to grapple with it. Think I’ve finally hit rock bottom. I remember that sweet child at my kitchen table. With daisies in her hair.
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MoonStruck: DOCTOR, WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?
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Wednesday, June 11, 2008. DOCTOR, WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME? By Stan C. Countz. Doctor, what's wrong with me? Are my eyes too blind to see? Why can my ears no longer hear. The cries of the lost and dying? Has my heart grown cold? Have my eyes grown old? Have I sold my soul. For a pot of gold? Doctor my ears have heard the lies. And the hollow alibis. Of the mindless masses. Oh, please heal me if you can. Doctor my eyes have seen the truth. Through the skewed views we call news. My head is buried in the sand.
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Sunset Spotlight: HIDDEN MANNA / SING HOSANNA
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Let Not the Sun Go Down on Your Wrath. Friday, December 21, 2007. HIDDEN MANNA / SING HOSANNA. Lyrics by Stan C. Countz. Let us have the mind of Christ. Our minds and hearts He searches. He who has an ear, let him hear what the Spirit says to the churches. To him who overcomes, I will give him some of the hidden manna. So sing Hosanna. Sing Hosanna. Sing Hosanna. Sing Hosanna. He’ll bow before my throne and he’ll no more be alone. He’ll know as he is known and I’ll give him a white stone. A Lot More Flak...
