the fleece From behind the curtain It will most certainly Will bring peace To those with countless numbers No cold or hot Like things that I will keep
, I will worship You alone. Jesus, precious Jesus, I will serve You, You alone. Verse I will lift my voice to the King of Kings, As an offerings to Him, I will
do, but... I will follow Your voice I will follow Your voice I will trust Your choice I will not fear I will follow Your voice I will follow Your voice
Oversættelse: Styret af Voices. Ting Jeg vil holde (For Jim Sheppard).
Oversættelse: Rupert Hine. Jeg tror, \u200b\u200bat en mand vil hænge Soon.
Oversættelse: One True Voice. Kan jeg gøre det?.
Oversættelse: Rebecca St. James. Jeg vil løfte My Voice (1989).
: I I will be seven When we meet in Heaven Do do do do do do do do do do do... I I will be seven When we meet in Heaven Do do do do do do do do do
they come from two The real point is what I'm missing From which voice will I listen I hear voices Hearing voices Do you hear the voices? Can't stop the voices
I will follow Your voice I will follow Your voice I will trust Your choice I will not fear I will follow Your voice I will follow Your voice Not my will
I I will be seven When we meet in Heaven Do do do do do do do do do do do... I I will be seven When we meet in Heaven Do do do do do do do do do do
body & a soul 2) that energy call'd evil is alone from the body,& that reason, call'd good, is alone from the soul. 3) that God will torment man in eternity
find Are we near? No, I won't view your sight A sickened voice to hear I won't sight your mind Once rejected The voice spoke so clear Stillness absorbed
verita che come una resa, una presa, mi raggiungera. Voce nel vento tu sarai nota di un canto e tu ritornerai a svegliare i dolori miei voce nel
up, when it was full of life. When its powerful walls rose in bottomless skies. I feel the curse, excessive burden, Which bear these ruins, I feel the
Eternal thirst for creation When he became like the Lord The painter believed that some time He would paint a picture and it will revive But hours of
Decayed castle in neglected park Seemed more sullen after dark. Grey aged walls, overgrew with ivy. In every stone felt the fatal destiny. Bygone fame