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Quoting: Pamela Forbes [I
King of all days Oh so highly exalted Glorious in heaven above Humbly You came To the earth You created All for love’s sake became poor.
Chris Tomlin.
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Poor Elijah, living on the bayou way. Poor Elijah, he had to take over raising fourteen kids When his daddy got caught stealing chickens from a neighbor one day. Work on Elijah, work on.
Poor Elijah, born the son of a slave. Poor Elijah, he was damn near blind when he died last week From working in the sun for the man like a dog all day. Work on Elijah, work on.
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Quoting: Rev. Roger Perry
Poor Elijah, living on the bayou way. Poor Elijah, he had to take over raising fourteen kids When his daddy got caught stealing chickens from a neighbor one day. Work on Elijah, work on.
Poor Elijah, born the son of a slave. Poor Elijah, he was damn near blind when he died last week From working in the sun for the man like a dog all day. Work on Elijah, work on.
On top of Old Smokey All covered with snow, I lost my true lover For courting too slow.
Or On top of Old Smokie, All covered in grass, There sat a bald eagle, Scratching his... Don’t be mistaken, Don’t be misled, Cos that bald-headed eagle Was scratching his head
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[QUOTE]Quoting: Alan Anthony Yuill [I]
On top of Old Smokey All covered with snow, I lost my true lover For courting too slow.
Or On top of Old Smokie, All covered in grass, There sat a bald eagle, Scratching his... Don’t be mistaken, Don’t be misled, Cos that bald-headed eagle Was scratching his head
Head in the clouds,the man with the thousand voices talking perfectly loud but nobody seems to hear him or the sounds that he seems to make, and he never seems to notice. But the fool on the hill.
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Quoting: john daly [I]
Quoting: Alan Anthony Yuill [I]
On top of Old Smokey All covered with snow, I lost my true lover For courting too slow.
Or On top of Old Smokie, All covered in grass, There sat a bald eagle, Scratching his... Don’t be mistaken, Don’t be misled, Cos that bald-headed eagle Was scratching his head
Head in the clouds,the man with the thousand voices talking perfectly loud but nobody seems to hear him or the sounds that he seems to make, and he never seems to notice. But the fool on the hill.
Beatles. [/I]
...... .. . .... hill far away, Outside a city wall, Where the dear Lord was crucified, Who died to save us all.
