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By Ginny Owens, All I want to do, is give this life to
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By Ginny Owens, I've heard it said, all the best things are free
But
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By Ginny Owens, Be still, my soul,
The Lord is on your side.
Bear patiently,
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By Ginny Owens, Be thou my vision,
O lord of my heart;
Nought be all
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By Ginny Owens, Man cannot live by bread alone
He needs something stronger
To feed
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By Ginny Owens, I've been waiting
For a hero who's brave and strong
Someone to
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By Ginny Owens, You can't change who I am
Or the way that i
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By Ginny Owens, Turning molehills into mountains,
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By Ginny Owens, ?No Lord?, he said, ?You've got the wrong guy?
Simple conversation
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By Ginny Owens, I could travel over oceans
Cross the deserts, climb the mountains
Just
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By Ginny Owens, You have built yourself a fine fortress
And you're the only
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By Ginny Owens, Some people hear my words
And think I'm wise beyond my
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By Ginny Owens, I love poetry with brilliant rhymes
And songs that draw me
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By Ginny Owens, Words and music by ginny owens and michael puryear: bmg
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By Ginny Owens, The pathway is broken and the signs are unclear
And I
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By Ginny Owens, There's a young Mother with three children
Got a stable income
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By Ginny Owens, I have no words to offer,
They simply get in the
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By Ginny Owens, Woke up this moring
to a song on the radio
'bout a
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By Ginny Owens, I've been grazing in the lush green pastures
Watching time pass
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By Ginny Owens, I've lived a lot of life, seen so many things
And
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By Ginny Owens, Words and music by ginny owens: bmg songs, inc. (gospel
Division)/above
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By Ginny Owens, One day I decided
I'd aspire to higher ambition
So I set
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By Ginny Owens, I used to see the world in black and white
Now
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By Ginny Owens, Seems that life's become so complicated
I don't think it was
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By Ginny Owens, Words and music by ginny owens and dwight liles: bmg
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By Ginny Owens, I've spent half my lifetime watching time go by
And wondering
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By Ginny Owens, How many days, Lord, have I walked in this wilderness?
A
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By Ginny Owens, He could have prospered in the suburbs
Instead of working for
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By Ginny Owens, I hear a blind man, asking where this road goes
But
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By Ginny Owens, A million miles away from anything familiar
A thousand places I