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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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INSPIRATION AND PERSPIRATION: December 2007
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If it's inspiration that you're cravin', you've found your haven. Sunday, December 16, 2007. MORE FAITH THAN I POSSESS. Lyrics by Stan C. Countz. Take a look all around you. Are you too blind to see? His handiwork surrounds you. Observe the earth, the sky and sea. Can a painting of vast beauty paint itself? Can fallow ground plant and till itself? Can a building plan and build itself? Then how can man create himself? It takes more faith than I possess. To place my faith in randomness. Stan C. Countz.
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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...
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INSPIRATION AND PERSPIRATION: MORE FAITH THAN I POSSESS
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If it's inspiration that you're cravin', you've found your haven. Sunday, December 16, 2007. MORE FAITH THAN I POSSESS. Lyrics by Stan C. Countz. Take a look all around you. Are you too blind to see? His handiwork surrounds you. Observe the earth, the sky and sea. Can a painting of vast beauty paint itself? Can fallow ground plant and till itself? Can a building plan and build itself? Then how can man create himself? It takes more faith than I possess. To place my faith in randomness. Stan C. Countz.
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Better Than Sacrifice: OBEDIENCE IS BETTER THAN SACRIFICE
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Obedience is better than sacrifice. OBEDIENCE IS BETTER THAN SACRIFICE. Lyrics and music by Stan C. Countz. It’s true that wise men still do seek Him. But without faith it’s impossible to please Him. Without hope you can never find Him. Without love you can never see Him. 8216;Cuz obedience is better than sacrifice. Noah obeyed and saved the whole human race. Abraham obeyed and was the father of many nations. Moses obeyed and His people were saved. Jesus brought us grace and salvation. Obedience may caus...
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INSPIRATION AND PERSPIRATION: January 2008
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If it's inspiration that you're cravin', you've found your haven. Friday, January 11, 2008. Original lyrics by Stan C. Countz. From the top of my head to the tip of my tongue. You are familiar with all of my ways. From the rising of the sun to the time it goes down. May your name be forever praised. Into this evil world you came. Healing the sick and the lame. This world will never be the same. You are the Way, the truth and the life; you were a willing sacrifice. I’m so grateful I can lean on you. Some ...
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INSPIRATION AND PERSPIRATION: LEAN ON YOU
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If it's inspiration that you're cravin', you've found your haven. Friday, January 11, 2008. Original lyrics by Stan C. Countz. From the top of my head to the tip of my tongue. You are familiar with all of my ways. From the rising of the sun to the time it goes down. May your name be forever praised. Into this evil world you came. Healing the sick and the lame. This world will never be the same. You are the Way, the truth and the life; you were a willing sacrifice. I’m so grateful I can lean on you. That ...
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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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INSPIRATION AND PERSPIRATION: THE NIGHT OUR EYES MET / YOU GOT ME
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If it's inspiration that you're cravin', you've found your haven. Tuesday, December 11, 2007. THE NIGHT OUR EYES MET / YOU GOT ME. By Stan C. Countz. I’ll never forget the night our eyes met. I noticed you from across the room. I’ll never regret the night our eyes met. Can’t forget the scent of your perfume. It spelled my doom…. Can't forget the night our eyes met. It was a magic moment of mystery. Won’t regret the night our eyes met. It was a night that changed history. The night our eyes met…. I’...
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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.
