[There is, of course, music that accompanies these two songs, which I am planning to record over Christmas Break and hopefully publish soon thereafter. Enjoy.]
Things Unseen
Pearly gates, pearly gates,
Won't you come, come to me?
Pearly gates, pearly gates,
Won't you come, come to me?
'Cause I want to see my Granny again,
And I want to find every long lost friend;
I want to sing with Nat King Cole -
Pearly gates,
Guard my soul.
Crystal river, cover me:
Let your water wash me clean.
Crystal river, cover me:
Let your water wash me clean.
'Cause I know there must be a prayer in my heart,
But sometimes it's hard just to know where to start,
And I get so jaded by the things I've seen -
Crystal river,
Wash me clean.
With sweetest sunrise to light my days,
And sweetest hymn-tunes to sing Your praise,
And sweetest faces, all is divine,
And, in the end, we will be just fine.
'Cause there ain't no devils hiding under my bed,
And I know the Darkness is only in my head;
I'll walk through this life, hamming up each scene,
and keep on believing
in Things Unseen.
Believe
A land of endless joy - who are you kidding?
The streets are paved with gold up there? Yeah, right.
And God and Jesus Christ are right there sitting
At the dinner table with you every night?
Well, I don't know 'bout you,
But all that I can do
Is say that's hard to believe.
The skies are always blue and mostly sunny -
A couple clouds to keep the balance right.
You may have laughed before but you don't know funny
Until you've heard the jokes God tells night after night.
Well, I don't know 'bout you,
But I find it so hard to
Know just what to believe.
I'm here - right here, O God, with all these questions:
I'm asking for answers or maybe just a sign.
I haven't lost my faith, O God, I promise -
But it seems sometimes my faith is on the line.
And I don't know 'bout you,
But, Lord, all I can do
Is hope I always believe.
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