Return to the dust
O sons of men
Return to the dust
From whence you came
Return to the dust
O sons of men
Mother earth waits
To receive you again
To receive you again
Lord You have been our dwelling place
Through the raging of the storm
A solace in the land of gloom
When the garment of hope has been torn
Teach us to number the days of our life
To seek wisdom with all of our heart
Give us joy and relief in return for the years
Of sorrow spent hid from Your sight
Lord of the Ages, Timeless One
Who can recount all Your days?
You never grow old with the passing of time
You're immune to the onslaught of years
So teach us to number the days of our life
To seek wisdom with all of our heart
Give us joy and relief in return for the years
Of sorrow spent hid from Your sight
In life or in death
May the beauty of God
As a garment
Encircle our lives
Man is a flower
In the morning he blooms
In the evening
He withers and dies
Return to the dust
O sons of men
Return to the dust
From whence you came
Return to the dust
O sons of men
Mother earth waits
To caress you again
To caress you again
Psalm 23
The Lord is my shepherd
I shall not need
He makes me to lie down
In pastures green
He leads me beside
Still waters of quietness
Gently restoring my soul
And though I should walk
Through the valley of shadows
Death holds no fear
With You by my side
Your rod and Your staff
Are ever before me
Their presence my comfort and guide
You set forth before me
A table to envy
Annointed with oil
My cup overflows
Your goodness and mercy
My footsteps shall follow
All the days, all the days of my life
The sun has shone down in the Valley of Engedi
The grapes upon the vine are ripe
The wooden press will soon be full to overflowing
When new wine flows the peoples’ hearts rejoice
Raise your glass to the Master
And let the ceremony begin
Let’s stand to toast the Lord of the harvest
For all His goodness shown to the sons of men
The Son has shone along the highway up to Zion
The Spirit flows like wine outpoured
There’s people dancing in the street with jubilation
Hearts rejoice with the joy of the Lord
Raise your glass to the Master
And let the ceremony begin
Propose a toast the Lord of the harvest
The Spirit falls and new wine is outpoured
In just a little while
I’ll be leaving you
In just a little while
I’ll be gone
For just a little while
You will grieve for me
But I will not forsake you
As orphans in the storm
In just a little while
I’ll be leaving you
In just a little while
I’ll be gone
For just a little while
You will grieve for me
But sorrow turns to gladness
Grief gives way to joy
In just a little while
I’ll be leaving you
In just a little while
I’ll return
Patiently we wait with expectation
For the advent of , the advent of that day
Poised on the verge of earth’s pending dissolution
Hastening His desire through our fervent prayer
Seeking always to be found in Him
Free from blemish and reproach
Awaiting with anticipation
His promised world of righteousness
His promised world of righteousness
Even so Lord Jesus come
Maranatha come Lord come!
Caravans from Midian
Laden with fine gold
Camel trains crossing desert sands
Traversing ancient roads
Merchants come from distant lands
Aromas thick with spice
Enrich the campfire’s mystic tales
Through those dark Arabian nights
Over spice, over spice laden mountains
Over spice laden mountains of old
Bearing tribute, precious tribute
Paying homage with their gifts of
Pure incense and gold
Nomads of our modern day
Bearing equal precious wares
Gold of worship, pure spice of love
Incense of fervent prayer
Travelers come from many lands
Unite as one to bring
A rich and fragrant offering
Unto the King of Kings
Over spice, over spice laden mountains
Over spice laden mountains of old
Bearing tribute, precious tribute
Paying homage with their gifts of
Pure incense and gold
Running the gauntlet
Running the gauntlet
Breaking all the rules
Pushing the limit
Pushing the limit
Ain’t nobody’s fool
I’m tired of hiding, being taken for a coward
Let’s take this risk for great is the reward
No more waiting the courage we will find
Let’s get reckless throw caution to the wind
Who knows the outcome, the victory to be gained?
Who has the courage, is not easily afraid?
Desperation has brought us to this place
With few or many, the Lord has power to save
Running the gauntlet
Running the gauntlet
Breaking all the rules
Taking our chances
Taking our chances
Got nothing left to lose
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