Number of Lyrics in Album : 11
By Clay Crosse, This time she'd drawn a line that he was never
By Clay Crosse, The road is long
With many a winding turn
That leads us
By Clay Crosse, Before the threads of time began
Was pre-ordained a mighty plan
That
By Clay Crosse, I was lost in indecision
In the corridors of purpose
By Clay Crosse, We do a pretty good job of throwing sticks and
By Clay Crosse, So many preachers
So many churches and denominations
Got their opinions and
By Clay Crosse, You can live your life in a different world
Spend
By Clay Crosse, You've got it made
So they say you do
Don't
By Clay Crosse, Just beneath the rafters
In a church of stone
Laid a stained
By Clay Crosse, Oh Lord
Sometimes You seem unfair
If You really love
By Clay Crosse, Flee like a bird
To your mountain
For the wicked bend their
