A weary pede went walking out one blustery, cloudy day...
- Along the shores he prayed to God and ambled on his way...
- 'Dear Father God we need Your HELP' as tears began to fall...
- And he heard the distant thunder.... but his pace became a crawl...
"I AM THY GOD... I know thy name..." Heartbroken Pedes still try...
"The thundering continued and our pede looked for a flash...
- But far up in the parted clouds, the sight evoked a gasp...
- For there he saw in Heaven, a soldier knelt in prayer...
- And he knew The Lord of winds and storms... is worshiped even there."
"Fear not, behold! Into my fold! Mine gather safely home..."
"As evening drew closer and the light began to dim...
- Our weary pede drew strength from all the vision he had seen...
- With tear-filled eyes he turned for home and yet he felt a gaze...
- And he lifted eyes to Heaven... to offer thanks and praise..."
"Soldier, my THANKS! Lord God, my PRAISE! Thy Kingdom Come, at last..."
With many apologies to Stan Jones (writer of "Ghost Riders In The Sky"). And, my arrangement is all wrong but, I only offer this as a tribute to all who are praying, and to all who are paying - the ultimate price - for our freedom.
A weary pede went walking out one blustery, cloudy day...
- Along the shores he prayed to God and ambled on his way...
- 'Dear Father God we need Your HELP' as tears began to fall...
- And he heard the distant thunder.... but his pace became a crawl...
"I AM THY GOD... I know thy name..." Heartbroken Pedes still try...
"The thundering continued and our pede looked for a flash...
- But far up in the parted clouds, the sight evoked a gasp...
- For there he saw in Heaven, a soldier knelt in prayer...
- And he knew The Lord of winds and storms... is worshiped even there."
"Fear not, behold! Into my fold! Mine gather safely home..."
"As evening drew closer and the light began to dim...
- Our weary pede drew strength from all the vision he had seen...
- With tear-filled eyes he turned for home and yet he felt a gaze...
- And he lifted eyes to Heaven... to offer thanks and praise..."
"Soldier, my THANKS! Lord God, my PRAISE! Thy Kingdom Come, at last..."
With many apologies to Stan Jones (writer of "Ghost Riders In The Sky"). And, my arrangement is all wrong but, I only offer this as a tribute to all who are praying, and to all who are paying - the ultimate price - for our freedom.
A weary pede went walking out one blustery, cloudy day...
- Along the shores he prayed to God and ambled on his way...
- 'Dear Father God we need Your HELP' as tears began to fall...
- And he heard the distant thunder.... but his pace became a crawl...
"I AM THY GOD... I know thy name..." Heartbroken Pedes still try...
"The thundering continued and our pede looked for a flash...
- But far up in the parted clouds, the sight evoked a gasp...
- For there he saw in Heaven, a soldier knelt in prayer...
- And he knew The Lord of winds and storms... is worshiped even there."
"Fear not, behold! Into my fold! Mine gather safely home..."
"As evening drew closer and the light began to dim... Our weary pede drew strength from all the vision he had seen... With tear-filled eyes he turned for home and yet he felt a gaze... And he lifted eyes to Heaven... to offer thanks and praise..."
"Soldier, my THANKS! Lord God, my PRAISE! Thy Kingdom Come, at last..."
With many apologies to Stan Jones (writer of "Ghost Riders In The Sky"). And, my arrangement is all wrong but, I only offer this as a tribute to all who are praying, and to all who are paying - the ultimate price - for our freedom.
A weary pede went walking out one blustery, cloudy day...
- Along the shores he prayed to God and ambled on his way...
- 'Dear Father God we need Your HELP' as tears began to fall...
- And he heard the distant thunder.... but his pace became a crawl...
"I AM THY GOD... I know thy name..." Heartbroken Pedes still try...
"The thundering continued and our pede looked for a flash... But far up in the parted clouds, the sight evoked a gasp... For there he saw in Heaven, a soldier knelt in prayer... And he knew The Lord of winds and storms... is worshiped even there."
"Fear not, behold! Into my fold! Mine gather safely home..."
"As evening drew closer and the light began to dim... Our weary pede drew strength from all the vision he had seen... With tear-filled eyes he turned for home and yet he felt a gaze... And he lifted eyes to Heaven... to offer thanks and praise..."
"Soldier, my THANKS! Lord God, my PRAISE! Thy Kingdom Come, at last..."
With many apologies to Stan Jones (writer of "Ghost Riders In The Sky"). And, my arrangement is all wrong but, I only offer this as a tribute to all who are praying, and to all who are paying - the ultimate price - for our freedom.
A weary pede went walking out one blustery, cloudy day... Along the shores he prayed to God and ambled on his way... 'Dear Father God we need Your HELP' as tears began to fall... And he heard the distant thunder.... but his pace became a crawl...
"I AM THY GOD... I know thy name..." Heartbroken Pedes still try...
"The thundering continued and our pede looked for a flash... But far up in the parted clouds, the sight evoked a gasp... For there he saw in Heaven, a soldier knelt in prayer... And he knew The Lord of winds and storms... is worshiped even there."
"Fear not, behold! Into my fold! Mine gather safely home..."
"As evening drew closer and the light began to dim... Our weary pede drew strength from all the vision he had seen... With tear-filled eyes he turned for home and yet he felt a gaze... And he lifted eyes to Heaven... to offer thanks and praise..."
"Soldier, my THANKS! Lord God, my PRAISE! Thy Kingdom Come, at last..."
With many apologies to Stan Jones (writer of "Ghost Riders In The Sky"). And, my arrangement is all wrong but, I only offer this as a tribute to all who are praying, and to all who are paying - the ultimate price - for our freedom.
"A weary pede went walking out one blustery, cloudy day... Along the shores he prayed to God and ambled on his way... 'Dear Father God we need Your HELP' as tears began to fall... And he heard the distant thunder.... but his pace became a crawl..." | "I AM THY GOD... I know thy name..." Heartbroken Pedes still try... | "The thundering continued and our pede looked for a flash... But far up in the parted clouds, the sight evoked a gasp... For there he saw in Heaven, a soldier knelt in prayer... And he knew The Lord of winds and storms... is worshiped even there."
"Fear not, behold! Into my fold! Mine gather safely home..."
"As evening drew closer and the light began to dim... Our weary pede drew strength from all the vision he had seen... With tear-filled eyes he turned for home and yet he felt a gaze... And he lifted eyes to Heaven... to offer thanks and praise..."
"Soldier, my THANKS! Lord God, my PRAISE! Thy Kingdom Come, at last..."
With many apologies to Stan Jones (writer of "Ghost Riders In The Sky"). And, my arrangement is all wrong but, I only offer this as a tribute to all who are praying, and to all who are paying - the ultimate price - for our freedom.
"A weary pede went walking out one blustery, cloudy day... Along the shores he prayed to God and ambled on his way... 'Dear Father God we need Your HELP' as tears began to fall... And he heard the distant thunder.... but his pace became a crawl..."
"I AM THY GOD... I know thy name..." Heartbroken Pedes still try...
"The thundering continued and our pede looked for a flash... But far up in the parted clouds, the sight evoked a gasp... For there he saw in Heaven, a soldier knelt in prayer... And he knew The Lord of winds and storms... is worshiped even there."
"Fear not, behold! Into my fold! Mine gather safely home..."
"As evening drew closer and the light began to dim... Our weary pede drew strength from all the vision he had seen... With tear-filled eyes he turned for home and yet he felt a gaze... And he lifted eyes to Heaven... to offer thanks and praise..."
"Soldier, my THANKS! Lord God, my PRAISE! Thy Kingdom Come, at last..."
With many apologies to Stan Jones (writer of "Ghost Riders In The Sky"). And, my arrangement is all wrong but, I only offer this as a tribute to all who are praying, and to all who are paying - the ultimate price - for our freedom.
"A weary pede went walking out one blustery, cloudy day... Along the shores he prayed to God and ambled on his way... 'Dear Father God we need Your HELP' as tears began to fall... And he heard the distant thunder.... but his pace became a crawl..."
"I AM THY GOD... I know thy name..." Heartbroken Pedes still try.,..
"The thundering continued and our pede looked for a flash... But far up in the parted clouds, the sight evoked a gasp... For there he saw in Heaven, a soldier knelt in prayer... And he knew The Lord of winds and storms... is worshiped even there."
"Fear not, behold! Into my fold! Mine gather safely home..."
"As evening drew closer and the light began to dim... Our weary pede drew strength from all the vision he had seen... With tear-filled eyes he turned for home and yet he felt a gaze... And he lifted eyes to Heaven... to offer thanks and praise..."
"Soldier, my THANKS! Lord God, my PRAISE! Thy Kingdom Come, at last..."
With many apologies to Stan Jones (writer of "Ghost Riders In The Sky"). And, my arrangement is all wrong but, I only offer this as a tribute to all who are praying, and to all who are paying - the ultimate price - for our freedom.
"A weary pede went walking out one blustery, cloudy day... Along the shores he prayed to God and ambled on his way... 'Dear Father God we need Your HELP' as tears began to fall... And he heard the distant thunder.... but his pace became a crawl..."
"I AM THY GOD... I know thy name..." Heartbroken Pedes still try.,..
"The thundering continued and our pede looked for a flash... But far up in the parted clouds, the sight evoked a gasp... For there he saw in Heaven, a soldier knelt in prayer... And he knew The Lord of winds and storms... is worshiped even there."
"Fear not, behold! Into my fold! Mine gather safely home..."
"As evening drew closer and the light began to dim... Our weary pede drew strength from all the vision he had seen... With tear-filled eyes he turned for home and yet he felt a gaze... And he lifted eyes to Heaven... to offer thanks and praise..."
"Soldier, my THANKS! Lord God, my PRAISE! Thy Kingdom Come, at last..."
With many apologies to Stan Jones (writer of "Ghost Riders In The Sky"). And, my arrangement is all wrong but, I only offer this as a tribute to all who are praying, and to all who are paying - the ultimate price - for our freedom.