I pray for peace around the world
Each day on bended knee
So why does such a
prayer of peace
Go unanswered, answer
me
It’s not that God
doesn’t hear the prayer
He wants the same you
see
God prays for peace
around the world
Each day on bended
knee
But his prayers remain
unanswered
For mankind is
deafened to his plea
Spread the good news
By any means you
choose
Pass on the news to
all
Herald it with clarion
call
And drummers drumming
The Street Angels are
coming
A host of angels on
the beat
Where the folk of
Woking meet
Armed only with God’s
light
To illuminate those in
plight
But not to preach or evangelize
Nor to judge or
chastise
But to listen with
sympathetic ears
Offer a tissue to stem
the tears
Have a Christian heart
to care
And make a difference
there
For road weary
travellers
And over enthusiastic
revellers
The intoxicated and
the incapable
The distressed and the
vulnerable
And for the impromptu
shoeless
And the temporarily
clueless
They have sensible
Flip flops
And sugar boosting
Lollipops
So spread the good
news
By any means you choose
Pass on the news to
all
Herald it with clarion
call
And drummers drumming
The Street Angels are
coming
And their blessed
presence on the street
Shows that God is on
his feet
In the comfort of the coffee shop
Nestled into a sofa
Sits Abigail, homesick
and sad
As she reads a letter
from home
She knows the sadness
will pass
And sooner this time
than the last
It strikes each time a
letter arrives from home
With news from those
she left behind
Her parents, loving
and kind
Her sister annoyingly
lovely
All her friends of
long standing
And of course, him
She left her hometown
The only place she had
ever lived
After her marriage
failed
So, she is building a
new life
Away from the people
and places
Away from all the
familiarity
That reminded her
daily
Of her failure and her
inadequacies
So, she lives in a new
town
And is making new
friends
Discovering new
familiar places
And trying to forget past
mistakes
She has joined a new
church
Where her angel’s
voice
Sings in praise to
heaven
And she is finding
peace within herself
One day very soon
Abigail will sit
In the comfort of the
coffee shop
Nestled into a sofa
And not be homesick
and sad
One day very soon
Abigail will read
A long letter from
home
And smile at it
contents
And not feel the old
pain strike
One day very soon
Abigail will let
herself be happy
One day very soon
Abigail will forgive
herself
Christ the redeemer
He died on the cross
He died to save us
And His majesty
Made of the world
A place of hope
A place of grace
A place of freedom
A place of love
He called us from the
darkness
Into His loving light
Kneeling before the cross,
A simple sign of faith
A potent symbol of his
love
A symbol whose holy
shadow
Casts the light of
love across the world
I am in the presence
of the Lord
I feel His hand on my
shoulder
His love in my heart
I find I am at peace
In the presence of the
lord
I feel His reassuring
presence
The Son of God
The Prince of Peace
Who died upon the
cross
Who died on a hill in
Calvary
And was born again
I feel the power of
His glory
I feel at peace
I feel his Godliness
His Goodliness
He surrounds me with
his love
And he comforts me
Making the world a
less savage place
CS Lewis came to God
The long way round
But because of this
His faith was sound
And he knew the truth,
He called Christ’s
birth
The central event
In the history of the
earth
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
