Here are a few lyrics from different projects. I hope you find these words relevant to where you are at. I appreciate any feedback. The PriceLight for the Lost Bride Notes, technical.
The Price (C) 1993 Bob Weigel All rights reserved "If this world hates you, keep in mind that it hated me first. If you belonged to the world, it would love you as it's own. As it is, you are not of the world but you have been chosen out of the world. That is why the world hates you." (John 15:18-19) The stories he told they'd heard before, but on this day the meaning hit hard. They closed their ears; they could take no more, their hearts would not let down the guard. Steven saw he'd done his part; he looked up and saw Christ's face. His audience picked up some stones, and put him in his place. That's the price you pay, for living in this world of hate. That's the price you pay, for choosing to hear and obey. All of those who stayed with him and accepted the grace he gave, told how Christ the crucified, then overcame the grave. Threatened and imprisoned yet, they would not change their stand. So the world gave them an early trip into their promised land. That's the price you pay, for living in this world of hate. That's the price you pay, for choosing to hear and obey. You won't come out ahead or even break even. A heart of love always gives more than it is receivin'. A cross is so cheap when it's just something you wear, but if it's one like Jesus carried, in his suffering you'll share. He told them of the place he would prepare, for those who love his way. Then lived the love while the world just stared, as they planned how he could be put away. Jesus left no fence to ride; the choice is still the same. To dare to share his bitter cup, or hate the cause for which he came. Look Right Back (C) 1992 Bob Weigel All rights reserved Seems it's always been real hard for me, to act as glad as I should be. At the source of pain maybe there's a chain hidden where only I can see. I see I've messed up once again. It's hard not to count my sins. But you said "my son, I see not a one". And I know I can lift up my chin. [chorus] To look right back to you; It's all that's left to do. (1st x) This world grew much dimmer today. (2nd x) Your love is much more real today. To look right back to you, as you look right back at me, looking through the blood of calvary. [v.2] True repentance will restore. Self-abuse is one sin more. It's so insane to think I could attain, the thing God gave us his Son for. Lord let thanks always proceed, from my lips in time of need. When my fall of pride, leaves grief inside, it's the blood of your son I plea. [bridge] You've given me something to look forward to. You've taken away the sentence I earned. And now that I've learned I want to tear down every obstacle, that would hinder me, from giving everything to bring glory to you, but if I ever find I am doing those things without you, let me kneel where I stand, and empty my hands and know it's time.... (chorus) Pick Up the Cross (C) 1993 Bob Weigel All rights reserved What this I hear about our children dreaming dreams again? Here in a land where it seems all people dream are ways to sin. Without a vision people perish, and that's not God's will for anyone So I want to help to spread a vision, that will make the crippled run. There are no excuses; everything I need has been provided. If we believed half the truth we claim, we'd all be a lot more excited to [chorus] Pick up, pick up the cross; remind the world what love's about. Pick up, pick up your cross; let that love remove all their doubt. It's a Love that gives it's life up for a friend. So will we lay down our toys, make a righteous noise and let revival begin! How long has it been since we've seen the people of God unite? Have we become so smart that we can't stay out of a fight, About something God would have made clear if he'd wanted it to be? If we hold to only what is clear, then we will crush this enemy. That's kept us bound so long, we've never seen the power he said, would pour out of our lives, if we'll just look to our one true head, and (chorus) Way of the Wise (C) 1992 Bob Weigel All rights reserved I find that when I do my best, I sometimes fail one simple test. And when I look at what got done, did what I did really help anyone? I must be certain, I've heard the hurtin', and not just some cover up story that might distract my probing eyes. Teach me the way of the wise. So long ago a bitter man, saught to find a helping hand, to help him to the healing pool, so he could be the devil's tool. And Jesus healed him, and gave instructions to him. and he disobeyed and portrayed Christ as someone to be despised; Teach me the ways of the wise. This world says "save your life", you say "I must loose it". This world says "get all you can", you say "refuse it". This world isn't doing well; it boasts the powers of hell but that darkness will pass, and your light will prevail, exposing the lies; please teach me the way of the wise. A man who was a thief and worse, the master asked to hold his purse, When he saw coins weren't what were in store, he sold the Lord, he sold the Lord for thirty more. Jesus saw it coming, but he wasn't running. And if my time to be so foolish should come it might take me by surprise. Please teach me the ways of the wise. The Gift of a Father (C) 1992 Bob Weigel All rights reserved I recall days when I came home from school and waited for him to arrive. Often he worked till he could do no more still he would face a long drive. I could see it brought joy when I ran to his truck, and told him what I had in mind. I know you're real tired Dad, but I'm really stuck, Could I have just a minute of time? He did it for me; for the love of his son. He would stay there and teach me and help me to get the job done. Together we'd work; I'd do what I was told, cause age does a lot more than just make you old. And soon mom would cry out "this dinner's stone cold". We had just too much fun, this Father and Son. As time moved along I got a little headstrong, and did many more things alone. My pride made me stumble and say hateful things, but dad never would change his tone. I could tell I had hurt him, and that hurt me too, cause I loved him all I could. But I still loved my own life, though he gave his away. I wish now I had understood. That he did it for me; for the love of his son. He forgave as though he knew I would someday see what I had done. I'm glad that he did, but I wish we'd spoke more, about life 'cause you never know what is in store. And besides that what God fearing fathers are for. But now it's over and done, for this father and son. Some years later I came home to see, my Mother with terror in her eye. Hurry, get help, I don't know what to do I'm afraid that your father may die. I told him I loved him and stayed by his side, till the ambulance took him away. Mom woke me soon after and told me he died. I wept and I wished he could stay... Sometimes I dream that he comes home from work, and finds a few things still the same. His wife still holds him in that place in her heart his children are glad that he came. But now it's much more like he meant it to be, as we turn toward the face of our king. Dad was taken away so that we could be free, to depend upon God in everything. He did it for us, for the love of his own. And we'll tell of that love till he tells us it's time to come home. And I'll learn to serve him more every day. Thanking him for the gift as I pray, of my dad who helped to show me the way. Space Traveller (C) 1991 Bob Weigel All rights reserved .// This is Sandlot Renegade, interstellar passport alpha tango 49714, sending a code three distress signal. I'm going down on what appears to be the second planet of the beautiful beta lyrae system. I would invite anyone hearing this message to come on over to my lovely vacation home for a picnic, but bring your own oxygen. Please don't delay, out. .// I am a space traveller; my journey's taken me afar, in search of Eden's garden, I thought it might be near this star. I am a space traveller; I don't know where I'd plot course next. Now I guess it doesn't matter much. It looks as though my journeys hexed. I'm so far now, from the nearest station. It seems a waste to even try communication. I am a space traveller; from earth it looked so beautiful. Space is such an empty place, the environment can be so cruel. Someday I know supplies run out, I'll breath my last fresh air. There's only one hope still alive, I can't see why he still would care. He told me I could dock and follow his leading, I said "No thanks, I'm picking up this other reading." I am a space traveller, I am a space traveller, look how far I've gone today. I am a space traveller, a space traveller, It looks as though I'm here to stay. Hello? I hope you can hear me, I don't want to be here, I've lost my hope of leaving, this planet's a place of fear. If you read me please acknowledge, I can't leave alone please take me home. My fuel is spent and my hull is bent and I've reaped the seeds I've sown. I am a space traveller, I have made a new discovery. There is hope that I might leave here; a promise in my memory. My friend I left behind promised he would track my course. He's always been the type to lend a hand but never force, it. There is no sign yet that my call for help's been answered, except the fact I know that I can depend on his word. I am a space traveller, I am a space traveller, look how near I've drawn today. I am a space traveller, a space traveller, I'm ready now please lead the way. I am a space traveller, I'm looking through my scanner's eye. Life form readings closing in. They are not coming from the sky. I am a space traveller, I see a craft built much like mine. It's passengers are trapped here too, I must invite them in to dine. I'll bet they followed the same course to this dead land. I've got to tell them of the rescue that I have planned. I am a space traveller, a space traveller, I've called the one who'll set us free. I am a space traveller, a space traveller, we will escape this gravity. I am a space traveller, a space traveller, please here me, oh please here me well. I'm a space traveller, a space traveller, there's life beyond this living hell. Membership Class (C) 1993 Bob Weigel All rights reserved If 'ol brother Paul walked through the wall of your worship hall sunday. Would you send him right into your membership class? Yeah would you tell him "just attend and show you want to do things our way" And some day like in six months maybe we'll hand you a plate to pass. And if he stood to correct some false teaching in the 11am meeting. Would you motion for the ushers to help the man out? After all his clothes were tattered and his hairline was receeding. And he acted like he knew what the whole bible was about! We speak in tounges which shows we've got his spirit, We give to missions 'round the world, and preach the streets right here because we're such a special club,...so come on board or shove off bub. [chorus] Welcome to the church of America, we're doing everything the right way, so don't try to change our plight today. Welcome to the apostate church of America! I've got my orders, so don't infringe on my boarders. I'm a seminary educated.....(Hmmm, Hmmm, Hmmm) If the Lord himself came in perfect health and told you to your face, that priests must tithe to only the high priest which is him. Would you try to justify, all those years you taught a lie, just so off of the top your greedy hand could skim. And if he told you you were hindering by Lording o'er his flock, would you tell him "I'm the boss, and I'll lead as I am led". "After all that diploma on my wall means more than all your words." "So I'll follow what my professors taught instead!" Why do you fear the thought of letting all your rules pass by the way? Are you afraid God can't control things, so you help him out just a bit or maybe a lot more than you realize; as you tote around a 40 lb. pack of lies. (chorus) Did They? (C) 1989 Bob Weigel All rights reserved Did they talk about helping all the starving little children? Or about the shiny car they want to buy? Was the conversation pure; lifting thoughts to heavens realm, Or does lewd suggestive humour fill their lie? Well when one of them grew needy, did they all just pitch in freely, Or did they fear they need a bigger treasure chest? Did they take the one to court who couldn't pay them back in full, Or give without expecting; treating him with none the very best? [chorus 1] And when they heard of countless children never seeing light of day, did they fall down on their knees,,,or just coldly walk away? When they heard the prophet telling them their hearts were waxing cold, did they light repentance fires or act as though they'd not been told? Did they teach truth to their children as they grew up new creations, or lead them to the humanistic school? Did they rejoice when they were outcasts for the Lord they Love and serve, or show them how to be esteemed by fools? Did they treat you like their family, with an always invitation, Or did the "brother" "sister" have an empty sound? Did they offer you a place to work along them side by side, Or say "see ya here next week if I'm around"? [instrumental bridge] Did they assume you're backslidden, when for some time you are hidden, as you are ministering Jesus' love abroad. Or did they confront the evil deeds, of those who plant gossip seeds, and take the time to lift you up before their God? [chorus 2] And when they saw the souls around them dying in their subtle sin, did they warn them of the coming wrath or compromise and join right in? When they heard the prophet telling them their hearts were waxing cold, did they light repentance fires or act as though they'd not been told? (Mostly written in mid 1988) Now at the end (C) 1994 Bob Weigel All rights reserved 2/27/94 Now at the end, of season of wandering, The pathway before; unfamiliar and new. Spirit is there, my past sins not remembering says, "I'll lead you through" Could this be it?, the last place you will take me, before I go home to be welcomed and loved. This world has left me no reason that I see not to set thoughts above. Some say "You can be so heavenly minded, as to be of no earthly good". And I say if that good is what has filled this world then I don't think anyone should. Jesus is calling me, I must now listen. I cannot discern what is best on my own. I do not want to see my own good works be overthrown. Take me Jeshua, there is no other Walk with me constantly, keep me from harm. Light all my ways, and lead me to those who will run to your arms Lead us Jeshua, lead us to victory let us be spotless when you come again. We cannot fathom the love you gave freely while we were still in our sin. Lead us Jeshua, lead us our brother the fullness of God in the flesh of a man Name above all names, heavenly father you love us like no other can. Now at the end of a season of wandering, The pathway before me by faith I'll endure. When all around things are shaking and sliding; my feet are secure. The Family Picnik (C) 1993 Bob Weigel All rights reserved Green grass and grape vines, a cobblestone fountain, beneath the knotty 'ol apple tree. Children playing ball games, every year so much the same the annual picnik of my family. My aunt and my uncle, their son upstairs with Simon & Garfunkel, playing on his phonograph. And there's my cousin's son Robby, pursuing his favorite hobby, which was finding reasons to use his crazy laugh. ...and then a little late and kind of drunk, uncle Frank would take his place, kerplunk, let the party begin. Everybody talkin' about the things that are rockin' the world folk were accustomed to then. A young man like me, so naive and carefree. couldn't add much to their conversation (en) But uncle Frank would smile and take the time to ask about my life and how I am, and I feel like somebody again. Good folks and great food, I saw much more where I stood, the way some looked down their nose. I'm sure he knew of his need, but no one planted a seed, because self-righteousness can't be given 'way I suppose. And as the evening passed along everybody'd snooze, but Frank had gone probably to get some booze; the fun was makin' his head spin. Some years later, I was there talking to the then husband, of Franks daughter. He asked me if I too, belonged to this community of good people. I gently explained, that I thought I was good, but God showed me how good was a way to reach my selfish ends! And he left with a nice, expression on his face. And he went home to vent his bitter resentment by writing my Aunt who told me if I couldn't just witness the love of God by how I lived, then I should not come back. A man now sick and broken, without a voice or one token, except the love of one he'd shown kindness too. My Mom and I went up there, to the hospital paid to care for him until this tragety was through. And mom gave him her patented gospel presentation, as he twisted his face; much as I'm sure he did when the nurses brough him food he no longer felt like eating. And I began to simply speak with him like the friend I always wished I could have become. And Frank finally heard the simple message that Jesus died so that sinners could come, so he came. Green grass and grape vines, a cobblestone fountain, folks still sit under the old apple tree. It's been so long since I've been there, that interesting affair the annual picnik of my family. And I'm sure they all still fall asleep; but Frank trusted the Lord his soul to keep, and forgive his sins. Oh My Goodness (C) 1995 Bob Weigel All rights reserved There is a man, with a three piece suit. His people pay him well, as he paves their way to hell. He says the cross; without which we are lost, is rotted and decayed, so now you must make the grade. You can trust the message that I teach you. My record shows that I'm a man without compromise. Just sit back, we're on a trip you won't forget. We'll talk about God later, but for now just fix your eyes on Oh my goodness, oh my goodness. Don't worry 'bout the message; The messenger will woo your soul Oh my goodness, oh my goodness, is the substance that you feed on, and brother I can play the role. I am a man, broken in his spirit, Without a righteous bone to boast in, I've been rescued from the trash bin. So tell me why? Should you pay heed to what I'm saying? And if you do how will you know the truth, in the foolishness of youth? I wouldn't ask that you believe a man like me. I could easily be leading everyone astray. But if the spirit of the living God's inside, He'll lead you to all truth and far away...from Oh my goodness, oh my goodness. All claiming to be without sin are liars Oh my goodness, oh my goodness, And sin when it's full grown leads to eternal fires Never too old to be young (C) Bob Weigel 1995 All rights reserved Should be getting somewhere, either here or there? Should be staking out my claim. Should be finding someone; I'm missin' all the fun. Should be playin' the game. Should be cashing in, but I never did begin, giving is my saving plan. Should be living high, on my piece of the pie. They should be callin' me the man. But it just doesn't fit me, and though sometimes it's lonely, I can't keep from smiling inside. [chorus] Cold hard days can be down or light hearted, depending on where your hopes are hung. If they are resting on the one who got you started, then you're never too old to be young. Should be breaking out, Should be taking out, the women with it all their way. Should be on a fling, not doing burger king. At least that is what they say. And if can't get there, I should be in despair, not singing sweet melodies. Should be craking up, as odds are stacking up, Guess I can't even fail correctly. But it just doesn't thrill me, to hope less than eternally, take my hand I'll show you where it's at. (You should be giving in, you should be letting go, there is a way I know....) (chorus) I Wish Little Girls (C) 1995 Bob Weigel All rights reserved Why can't little girls could stay little girls forever? Why can't little girls could stay little girls forever? In this world they are told they must grow more and more clever. I wish more little girls could learn how to say never. I started down the stairs, saw your face in the window pane. It brought a smile to my heart, so I let you in again. Quickly, you were out of control, Why did I ever let you inside? A child; free from a past that's not there. Teach me, where I too can hide. Your sister's growing up, I think she wants to be swept away Or maybe just put a carrot out, To see what new toys come to play. Frankly, she concerns me a bit. Plainly, this is not a fun game it will break her, take her spirit away 'till she's gloomy; and it seems such a shame. And I only wish she could stay young in heart like you. Why can't little boys stay little boys forever? Why can't little boys stay little boys forever? Eyes wide open, looking for the next adventure. I wish I could be more like that little boy for sure. I crawl out of bed, wondering why I feel, I'm getting nowhere; not for lack of zeal. I burn it; the strength of my youth and earn it; a worthless outcome. Help me, before I do it again. That hammer's, headed straight for my thumb! And I only wish I could stay young in heart like you. The world, for lack of a better thing to do, Would like to cause people just like me and you, to say "I just want to be grown up, grow up, grow up, my childhood is boring." "Here's my doll and the keys to my heart, just take me to a place where I won't have to wait anymore." I see you in the window pane, there's nothing about you I recognize. The years have taken a toll, and there's no more glitter in your eyes. They are frozen, at the moment of impact you lost it, the joy you once had. You are too proud, to say you were wrong. Too hard, to cry out for you dad! (repeat/intro) All I Came to Do (C) 1993 Bob Weigel All rights reserved 9/15/93 Find me one small token to take away with me tonight; For a starving man who attends a feast and finds he's lost his appetite. Look inside the gift I have laid there beside your door; Or do you think you are too rich to take a gift from one so poor. There is a choice to be led by the flesh or spirit. Why should a man preach to one who will not hear it? [chorus] All I came to do was talk to you my friend. But you can think you know my motives and live that way again, and completely close the door on all the good that I intend; I love you. So I plant a seed, and hope it grows to bear fruit without end. Ezekial was told by God so long ago, Even now the people say 'let us go hear the word of the Lord'. As a song of one who sings and plays well, you are so. They hear my words but don't do them, nor turn their hearts toward, me And when these things come to pass, they'll know a prophet told them; when they lie there cold and still, how will you then console them? (Chorus) The Invisible Man (C) 1991 Bob Weigel All rights reserved Walking on the street I meet you face to face. I wave but suddenly your looking in another place. It's true you see right through me to a friend behind. I walk right by and wonder why no open arms I find. And I hear the cheery voices, and wish that I could stay. But if I somehow could appear would you ignore me anyway? Your friends seem close enough to touch like in a dream. You exist in another dimension or so it seems. If I'm welcome here then make it clear and tune me in. And quit looking through me as though I have no skin. There is something in my presence, that makes you full of fear. It's the one and only thing that always makes me disappear. [chorus] I'm the invisible man, can you understand, how I got to be so see through. I'm the invisible man, you can take my hand, but have to really want to. My life is but a vapor, so please don't wait too long. (1st) If your life is only what you see and touch, something's very wrong. (2nd) By the time you reach out the invisible man could be gone. Standing by your crowd the talking's loud enough I think. I think I'll wander over and get some pop to drink. When it's over do you feel a draining emptiness inside? I once knew it too, when just like you they took me for a ride. I am on a mission here; I would like to save my nation. We can never get it done, unless we start communication. (solo chorus) You see this world's celebrities are there to imitate. They show us how to increase fun and the divorce rate. I'm sorry if I frighten those you aim to please. I'm sorry that you haven't got the ability to see. But they made me many offers here, and one by one I dismissed 'em. When you choose to walk where Jesus walked your gonna vanish from the system. (chorus) I, I, I'm the invisible man (3 times) Album notes
Lyrics from "Light for the Lost Bride", (C) Bob Weigel, All Rights Reserved (12/23/95) I just began making copies of the promotional demo for this album, which contains the songs (7/97) I've compiled a second album in this series, though I really don't think anybody ever had time to listen much and give feedback on 1. 1) Love Never Learns 2) Gone to Prepare 3) Wait for Me 4) Passion of Your Heart 5) Flowers 6) The Girl You Are 7) And Cry 8) The Outside 9) Laugh 10) Dream of Freedom 11) Teresa 12) Love Forever This 50 minute promotional version is intended, mainly, to light a fire in people's hearts who might want to become involved in getting a more professional, digitally mastered rendition onto CD. I also am praying for musicians who might want to work with me in this ministry. The song "A wife is a gift from God" is going to be added to the final release, I believe, when I get a good guitarist to work with. The Demo is mostly synthesizer/sample player produced, along with my voice and my Olds Ambassador Trumpet on "The Girl You Are". I may add some things here and there to the final release, but some arrange- ments ("And Cry" for example) seem too perfect to add or subtract from. Most of the sounds are original creations, generated on the Korg Wavestation, and Kawai K5. The Piano samples are from the Kurzweil K1200, except on "Gone to Prepare" where the Wavestation PCM is used. The WS-EX sample appears in "Teresa" as part of a unique techno-rhodes thing. All Drums are from the Alesis D-4, played live from a hybrid pad setup to a great extent....except on "The Outside" where a wavesequence uses some drum samples from the Wavestation. I'm obviously looking forward to the release of this project, which I began work on in 1986. I pray that it will minister to the needs of singles like no other musical work to date. I believe God has given me the experiences shared in this project for a good reason. They have served to build my perspective, and alert me to the fact that there is no such thing as a "Luke warm Christian life". This world has a garment all ready for you, and if you wear it, you have no part in God's kingdom. Don't compromise. If you have, remember that God's grace is sufficient to blot out your sin. But repentance means walking entirely away! God has a direction.....a "passion" he wants to lay on your heart. So if you find yourself disturbed by some of these lyrics, pray and ask God why. Perhaps you have entered into a compromise relationship. It is time to understand what the bible has to say about God's good plan for your life. It is time to put away the tangled mess, and start over with a simple outlook. God gives good gifts. No strings. No snares. And no compromise necessary to inherit them. God bless, -Bob --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Love Never Learns (C) 1990 Bob Weigel All rights reserved I left myself wide open, and you led me to believe that you might be the friend I'd hoped for for so long. And now I wonder if you just meant to deceive, I may be very fragile, but God has made my purpose strong, All of my actions were being scrutinized so suddenly, as though you were looking for a reason to cast me away. I'm not the kind to push himself, and I am free, to give without expecting it will ever come back my way, and.. [chorus] Love never learns, You can burn the man who has it, till he has run all out of tears. Love never learns, He'll always seek to mend the hurts, and wait without a sign of hope for years. I'm not gonna close my heart, I'll always let the hurt come in, if I didn't there would be no chance of finding love at all. You say I'm setting myself up for the same old pain again, but pain has always been a part of allowing love to fall, because, (chorus) I have gone to prepare (C) 1993 Bob Weigel All rights reserved I have gone to prepare a place for my bride, while inside I wonder if she'll be waiting. I have made many plans, many things with my hands, but my heart is still debating. How can I take my bride, when I can't keep my eye, on the work that's laid out before me? Lord please make me a groom, that my heart will have room, when I lay eyes upon her finally. Wait for Me (C) 1991 Bob Weigel All rights reserved I may always wonder, if she just got tired of waiting for me. This worlds lies, compromise, has baited so very very many. Into the arms that promise comfort and a warm touch, and take the place of the faith in God we need so much. If by a, miracle, you hear me let me tell where I begin. It's God's grace, sufficient, to wipe away my darkest sin. If I think he holds a grudge, for ways I have brought him grief, I stay down on my knees, I won't budge till he helps my unbelief. [bridge] If you think I fell short of what you hoped for, I couldn't agree more. Maybe each fall will be a brick in a wall built by your memory. Or maybe you know how his blood was shed for you, making all things new and you already found the grace to forgive the faults in me. I may have, caused you pain, though I don't even know who you are. Had we both, walked with him, we'd already be so far along- into the life together God intended to be. The past is gone, but if you still can hear, please wait for me. Flowers (C) 1992 Bob Weigel All rights reserved You, say, I don't bring you flowers. That's something I want to change, So I'm heading out the door right now. Sometimes, as you pass the hours, it's not really so very strange, that a girl might want to know how much I love her, sometimes I think I miss the bus. I search to find a way, and often overlook the obvious. [chorus] I don't give flowers, to remind you, of something that begins so beautiful, then withers into gloom. I just give you flowers, to remind you of a friendship that will stay in bloom that will grow even when dark clouds loom and will lift you as you hold them in your room When, I, think to bring you flowers, there's always one fear in my mind, A fear I hope will go away. I know there, may, be some unseen tower, that would stop me cold and find, some excuse to drive me far away from your treasures, as though I've set my sights to steal. I wait far away, but I know that the hope I have is real. (chorus) and if you find that I have failed to fill your vase someday, please remember, that I love you anyway. Passion of Your Heart (C) 1992 Bob Weigel All rights reserved Is this another invitation you are taking, 'cause you find none better, even asking I am shaking 'cause I've found, nobody, I like being with today tomorrow. Still, I feel as though we're living on time that's borrowed. Pray, please pray that God will plant in us a dream a vision, that will take the place of all the indecision, Tell me, what it is, that makes you want to get in motion, I tell you, I've got no mixed emotion. I want to know the passion of your heart. I want to know the passion of your heart. Let him take us, all the time we spend together, Friends are friends in happy times or stormy weather First things first, the love of God must flow between us. Next thing you know, it's overflowing just because, God's love's something, nobody can contain, sharing, hoping, trusting and enduring pain. I've seen that hope of glory in your being, still more and more I am pleading, I want to know the passion of your heart. I want to know the passion of your heart. There's got to be a common place to start I want to know, I want to know, I want to know the passion of your heart. Tell me tell me what makes you want to climb aboard. Help me, help me know what we're steering toward. Sure I can lead but still I need to know why you want to be a part of the dream you could be a part of, I need to know to know the passion of your heart. The Girl You Are (C) 1991 Bob Weigel All rights reserved Lay me down, to ponder all my restless thoughts tonight. I hear no sound, and the silence seems to only cloud my hope, that I might keep, the friend I fear the words I spoke could kill. As I forget the girl I know you are. I feel the pain, from memories of friendships now long past. It seems insane, that what began so strong could never last. And now I find, my mind has come to think you're just like them. And I forget the girl you are. How many friends, will come and go before I know just one, who will always keep an open heart, and be a part of all God has for both of us, as we learn to trust the path he leads us on until it leads us apart....if it leads us apart. History, would teach me that the Love I hoped to share, will never be. But I have hope that takes away despair. My God could raise, a helper from the hopeless lives around and that could be the girl you are. A faith must grow, that will tear out every seed or doubt, and believe the best in every test as I turn from all my sin. When I feel low, because the things I held so firmly, have vanished from before me, oh please set me straight again. I make my stand, that if alone is how I'm meant to be. I hold a hand, though now only in faith it is plenty to see me through, these times I often wish were spent with you, as I forget,....I forget, I forget, I forget the girl you are. And Cry (C) 1992 Bob Weigel All rights reserved Coming back from the city, with my best friend, time is telling we must go home again. And suddenly it seems the words must all, flow at once. And yes I said I want to get to know you; let's begin. Now I'm back from the city, with my best friend. She shared the hurtful past she left behind, But it would seem that it's a part of her; a question still. I wish I that I could take it all and leave it where she'll never find. I want to know where we are going from here, Jesus blood has washed the past, and so I wonder why, You even thought you had to tell me all these things that only make me want to hold you in my arms and cry. I want to hold you in my arms and cry. I want to hold you till the tears wash away the lies I want to hold you in my arms and cry. There's so much to do in the city, with my best friend. I want to do it all as soon God says go. And as I look back, there is still so much we haven't seen, just like the city that's in you I want to get to know. And if we take a wrong turn south and find a place, where nothing much in sight is really pleasing to the eye. I know we're cleansed by grace, and you're praying for a healing, so I just hold you in my heart and cry. I just hold you in my heart, and cry, 'till the tears are turned to joy, and our spirits fly. I want to hold you in my arms and cry. (interlude) Yes I want to know, where we are going from here. Laugh BW 1993 Thawin' out my fingers; I play another one for you tonight, I'll try once more to make things clear for good. I really hope you linger; I see you easily could take to flight. But I think you'd stay if you really understood. I've tried to explain, but there are so many things I don't know how to say. Some just call me crazy when they hear. After all of my pain, that I would choose to give my life this way, But for me it's learning the meaning of "sincere". One moment with you, when you're believing that I've got your best in mind. Means much more to me, than any romantic relationship that I could find. [chorus] Laugh, child, laugh, and I will laugh along at my love for you. Pray, woman, pray, God will send your man and I'll pray too. Live, Jenny, live, God has given his life that you might Love, as he loved, and I'll love you till he comes through. I've already said it; what an awesome wife you'll make that man. A helper, friend, and comfort for a start. I'll really miss you, when it's finally time to give your hand, and I know once again, I'll play a different part. But in the meantime, I want to use each moment to know you true. So that if I see him, I'll tug your coat and point him out to you. (chorus) Give, sister give, God has given so much more you see. Sing, girl, just sing, there's a ring for you, you've been set free. Thawing out my fingers; I play another song for you. The Outside BW 1992 For so long it seemed we got closer each day, Till some evil deception got in the way. I felt my hope for you starting to slide, I'm on the outside. I'm tired of waiting, could my phone be dead? I really would like to know what's goin' on in your head. The line of communication has died, I'm on the outside. I made ever effort to try and explain, how this world has twisted things to drive us insane. The meaning of our words don't coincide, I'm on the outside. I've tried to be a faithful friend, to be there whenever you call. and for a while it seems you meant the same for me. But now you treat my words as though, I never spoke them at all. As I wait for what seems eternity. A friend wouldn't keep a friend in limbo this long. That means there's a wall of defense built strong. I've seen it before; I name that wall pride. I'm on the outside. Were the questions I posed more than what you could take? Did you feel your walls of comfort start to shake? Did I leave you no place to hide? I'm on the outside. I'm sorry if I moved to fast, the walk out of darkness takes time. I'll always keep loves fire warm and waiting. If there's one last thing I could show, it's that love knows how to let go. But it never ever stops anticipating. I've said all I can, but I can't change your heart. It's never God's will that we get torn apart. So please help me, let me inside.....I'm on the outside. The outside....Oh help me please help me please let me inside. I'm on the outside. The outside. A Wife if a Gift from God BW 1/22/93 Tonight you told me, that you are going steady, I don't quite know what that means anymore. But from my past experience, I'd think that you were showin' me the door. You say you're different, I want to believe it. but some things just don't make sense inside my mind. And I wonder if you're forgetting that I still am only halfway blind. You have some ideas that are really strange to me, about relationships that seem to click and just were made to be. I think within those descriptive mystic phrases. Might be hidden hopes for lands and boats and jobs with nice fat raises. I feel a lot of pain, because you cannot explain, much to help know how I should approach you now. I really wish it were the same, but frankly I cannot see how. I saw you watch the screen, now all your reactions fit this scene, as you go back to this world's game once again. Don't you know that in a trial commitment nobody's going to win? And you ask if I would like to do things with both of you. Sure, I always want to find new friends; Does he feel that way too? You see our only conversation began with me and stopped with him. So I guess I thought our chances of becoming friends were pretty slim. I sensed there was something, that brought discord to your heart's strings. Could it be you never tuned them for me dear? Or are you just looking for another man who'll twist them till they snap... It isn't easy, and I don't know if I'll see, the friendship I would love to discover. A woman who can hear me call, and sets herself apart from every other. And if I find her, I know I will be sure, because God will leave no doubt that I should wonder. And what God joins together, let nobody put asunder. [c 1] A wife is a gift from God, a wife is a gift from God. And she must learn to give her life away to be a gift I can receive. A wife is a gift from God, a miraculous gift from God. And if that gift comes to me, I'll cherish her more than you'd believe. I could search the nights of this old life until the final dawn. I couldn't find her by my own means if I looked till sight is gone. I think it's much more simple, for my God is able, to supply the things he lays upon our hearts. Sometimes it just takes time for me to put together all of the right parts. When I desire, a friend of whom I'll never tire, and I believe she might be here right now. I just give away my life and hope that you will understand and be somehow. [c 2] But a wife is a gift from God, A wife is a gift- There's a leap of faith that she must take, to leave this world behind, before you'll ever have a real idea if I might be your kind. You said you want to be a child still, A stolen gift must be returned. .And it will be if the hurts resolve to just a lesson learned. ..If bridges that lead to the ways of old finally get burned. ...And your vision clears to see the gift you never could have earned. And I couldn't find her by my own means if I looked till sight is gone. The girl on the way BW 1993 I'm often tempted to pursue a pretty face And when I catch up, suddenly I feel so out of place. I know this isn't how my maker meant it to be. People tell me I must chase or I'll find no one. I'd prefer that, to catching someone trying to run, just because they thought about being with me. So I'll turn my eyes back to the task at hand; there are hurting people who need to know I care. If real love is in me that's what love demands, and I know it's in her so I guess I'll meet her there. [chorus] She's the girl on the way, the only one for me. No one else could fit my life so naturally. She has faith whose roots go deep like a big strong tree, her love will stand the storms of time. She's the girl on the way, she has a single mind. To the love of this world she's getting much more blind. She's like no one I could ever search and find, and getting close is not an uphill climb. I often think how much easier this might be, if I were just completely set financially. But I guess it might only add another snare. Because I can't always discern the motives inside. I spend a lot of time and find I've been taken for a ride. But if someone gets on this ride they'll have to care! This ain't no pleasure voyage; no time for stunts, I've got to keep my hands on the wheel. And it wouldn't surprise me if all at once, she's there helping me keep an even keel. (chorus) Love Forever BW 1992 [v.1] Imagine what it would be like if suddenly we had become, the richest folks on Earth, would it really change our worth? If somehow the things I was so sure I loved you for, simply were not there any more, would I push you out the door? [bridge] If love is love there isn't any way to quench it; it goes far beyond the skin deep thing that seems to be all this world knows. And when we see the hard times that would make other loves quit, we'll find they are the very things that make the ties between us grow. [chorus] So love me when you see how old I've grown, Love me when this world steals everything we own. And love me when all we possess is love alone.... And love me forever, forever and ever, I'll love you forever. [v.2] Picture if you can the worst of nightmares has come true, will I still count on you, to be a strength to help me through? And when I stumble and do what is common to all men, will you help me walk again, And let a deeper life begin? [bridge 2] They say there is no way to know how things will turn out, I think that's because a selfish love is always fearing what's in store. I know I love you, I'm not messin' with these vows, I'll always do my best for you, in sick or health in rich or poor! Teresa BW 1992 Seems like such a short time, though, it really is so far behind, in terms of changes taking place. There we were just meeting, and as we tossed a ball I all the sudden felt as if I were entered in a race. To steal away your heart. From the world that wants your love, to become cold as its'. I fell short, but came close enough, to reach for your hand, I don't understand. I recall a night we walked along the beach and found a stream too wide to cross; looks like we must backtrack. But then I told you I would carry you across so that your feet would not get wet, and you hopped on my back. And as I ran you laughed, and I lost my favorite hat, as I prayed God would carry you, forever more after that. [chorus] There's a place I know, where the weak can go. To rest weary souls, and I'll pray for ya. There's a place I know, where old friends can grow, and live what they know, Teresa. So many times you showed yourself to be a friend that I could trust, I must have made you think that I wanted more. But I was faithful to avoid the situation that you seemed to want to make me stumble into long before, we should be more than friends. But you followed this worlds trends. And I've never cried so hard, as when I saw it end; All the dreams you chased now seem erased. (chorus) With our friends all walking to the football game, and you without the proper clothes to keep the warmth inside Then I gave my heavy coat to you and as I did I prayed that God would teach you how to take the cover he provides. There was a storm taking place, that would kill the child inside. I only can hope some day, I'll find she never really died. Kimmi Gwin BW October 20, 1989 To the tune of America's "Daisy Jane", my favorite song in ~1973. Flyin' me back to Greenwich, gonna see my friend Kimmi Gwin The summer's gone and I felt us barely begin. To explore the life our God gave to us. I see it growing every day. I must leave soon but my heart could easily stay. Stay. Does she really Love me, I think she does, either way I'm peaceful inside because, with the spirit's light, everything's all right. Sitting alone in New Jersey, the day we had already passed. Our first day out I could tell will be the last. She's working for the rest of my visit. I'm grateful for the time we shared. God heard my prayer, no reason I should be scared. If she really loves me please let me see. That the same love I have she has for me. I'm alone tonight; everything's all right. (chorus 1) A girl named Dana BW 1994 Where is my friend? I've come a long way and I wonder if she might be so close again. So close to taking my hand in this journey. I'd go again to the place we travelled to look into the stars, if I thought you would be there. We went to be so close to them, but the clouds were thick and we couldn't see one anywhere. And we began to look for things to make our trip worthwhile. And I pulled out my stocking cap, and we used it for a ball as the group of us played like children 'till our host said "time to go, that's enough" and I fell in love with a girl named Dana.... Did it work out? Did the one who had set his eyes on you prove to know what Love is about? Or was he just another who'd drop you for someone new? I think I will indeed go up there the next time it looks to be, just as misty and as cloudy as before. The only stars I want to see are nestled deep within your eyes, like I'm looking through an open door. And if you're there or not I know I'll make the trip worthwhile. As I run and tumble in those fields; my maker's playground. And remember what it's like to play as a child, until it's time to go; that is enough. But I'll always, love. Always gonna love. I know I'll always love a girl named Dana. The Dream of Freedom BW 1993 Oh for my feet to run through the land, A forever friend who holds my hand. And shares in the laughter that flows from my heart, Lost from those who would tear us apart. To owe no debt to any man, to own the place where my legs stand. To plant good seed and watch them grow, To watch God's blessings overflow. Oh mysteries of days untold, new depths of life seasons unfold. Where laboring in Joy is done, Until the setting of the sun. For spacious skies without the grey, that progress has put in our way. Where street lights don't drown out the stars, like safety behind prison bars. [chorus] I run, for that freedom I'll live in that freedom. And if some try to pick a fight, and try to keep us from our flight. I'll die, for that freedom. (repeat last time) I look into the vast expanse, that fools explain was made by chance. Stars countless as the grains of sand, yet each one put in place by hand. I love to feel that hand in mine, the one that made those lights to shine. The warmth I feel I can't compare, this warmth was made for you to share. Oh for a bridge to span the space. The chasm between doubt and faith. I'd cross and cut it's ropes in two. Please come and help me cut them through. Oh tarry no more in these streets, please come and make my joy complete. Cry out for help, I know I'll hear. When the heart is right, no need to fear. I run, for that freedom I'll stand for that freedom. If anything would keep you from it, I'll fight 'til we overcome it or I'll die, for that freedom. Faith ala Ramen BW 1992 Daughter of the world what do we have in common? You'd die for caviar but I'm content to eat top ramen. You say you care about yourself; On that we both agree. But the things you do are killing you; we oppose again you see. I heard another comment from a man of good intent, said "You better find yourself a wife before your youth is spent". I reassured him and myself that God has got a plan. For he alone can fill the void inside this lonely man. [chorus] I will wait; I won't settle for disaster, I'll just trust the matching master, and ignore the one that lures my eyes. I will stand; for the hand that always leads me, gives me strength when I am weary, and someday, will hand me my prize. People of the Lord, where is the zeal we once had? You say your wife has left you, and this world has made you sad. Well count on this God won't dismiss the plans he's made for you. Pick up the cross and step across, no half way life will do! [musical chorus] Daughter of the Lord, I know where I will find you, in your father's field finding someone to be kind to. If we find while we are there we work better as one, I'll ask you for your hand and thank God for all he has done. (chorus)