There must be a place

 

I stand here at the edge of the road

The cross road…

The edge is the ditch of shame

How can one so zealous for his saviour be in such a place as this…

There must have been a wrong turn a planting of some sort that didn’t grow

And I came alone so I am

I go on but to what point and cause

Go to the North

Will I find one there

Go to the South are there any there who care

What if

Were I to the east where all the harsh storms come

Oh maybe to the west to the setting of the sun

But if I here remain

How ever shall I find life and change

Was I not planted long ago

What uproot now and where to go

Seems a fools foul game unwittingly I played

But still look I and believe

There must be a place

 

 

There Must Be A Place

Hubert Rondeau

 

 

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You Raised Me Up

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When I called you heard my cry

Raised my hands you stopped to listen

From afar from on high

You are Lord the God who hears

Broken hearted I lay crying on the ruins of my life

God you hear me I know you hear me

Come Lord heal my broken life

When I called you heard my cry

Raised my hands you stopped to listen

Wiped the tears from my eyes you raised me up

You raised me up

You raised me up you are Lord oh my God

You are

Oh my God you are Lord

When I called you heard my cry raised my hands

you stopped to listen

You raised me up you raised me up

Hubert Rondeau

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