Oh God in heaven
I
thank you
For
your son
For
supporting me
Embracing
me
Accepting
me
For
offering me your hand
Your
loving hand
We
sing oh Lord
To
praise you
For
you support us
Embrace
us
Accept
us
You
offer us your hand
Your
loving hand
We
give ourselves oh Lord
Into
your love
God is in my fingers
When
I play guitar
God
is in my footsteps
When
I must travel far
God
is in my lips
When
I whistle a tune
God
is in my voice
When
I sing or croon
God
is my protector
When
my goal is reached
God
is in my heart
When
his word is preached
God
is my salvation
In
every single way
God
is in my heart
Every
single day
Holy unmercenaries
Is an epithet applying to
Christian saints,
Who did not accept
Payment of any kind
For good deeds done
Which is I think the very least
One should expect from a saint
Sung to the tune of the traditional German folk song “Kinderlied”
Oh,
my Lord way above
God
in heaven, King of love
Please
look down, from your throne
Look
on us with love.
God
of Gods, King of kings
God
in heaven where angels sing
Oh,
my Lord, Way above
Look
on us with love
Oh,
my Lord bless our lives
Christ
the saviour guiding light
Please
look down, from your throne
Bless
us with your light
God
of Gods, King of kings
God
in heaven where angels sing
Oh,
my Lord, Way above
Look
on us with love
Oh,
my Lord fill our hearts
Up
in heaven where love starts
Please
look down, from your throne
Please
Lord fill our hearts.
God
of Gods, King of kings
God
in heaven where angels sing
Oh,
my Lord, Way above
Look
on us with love
Oh,
my Lord way above
God
in heaven, King of love
Please
look down, from your throne
Look
on us with love.
God
of Gods, King of kings
God
in heaven where angels sing
Oh,
my Lord, Way above
Look
on us with love
Oh,
my Lord guide our hand
God
the father King of man
Please
look down, from your throne
Dear
Lord guide our hand
God
of Gods, King of kings
God
in heaven where angels sing
Oh,
my Lord, Way above
Look
on us with love
Oh,
my Lord way above
God
in heaven, King of love
Please
look down, from your throne
Look
on us with love
God
of Gods, king of kings
God
in heaven where angels sing
Oh,
my Lord, Way above
Look
on us with love
It’s the end of my autumn days
When heavens siren sings
And amidst a russet dawn
I hear deaths silent wings
Touched by the goddess
Our hearts surrendered
As Venus worked her spell of
love
And nothing could break the
bond
That fitted us perfectly
Like a hand inside a glove
So strong were the bonds
That entwined our hearts
And held us prisoners of love
Only death could part us
And I am now haunted
By the call of the mourning
Dove
When you are downcast
And at your darkest hour
Pray, for within it
There’s immeasurable power
