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You feel like you're falling backwards Like you're slipping through the cracks Like no one would even notice If you left this town and never came back You walk outside and all you see is rain You look inside and all you feel is pain And you can't see it now
But down the road the sun is shining In every cloud there's a silver lining Just keep holding on Just keep holding on And every heartache makes you stronger But it won't be much longer You'll find love You'll find peace And the you you're meant to be I know right now that's not the way you feel But one day you will
You wake up every morning and ask yourself What am I doing here anyway? With the weight of all those disappointments Whispering in your ear You're just barely hanging by a thread You wanna scream but you're down to your last breath And you don't know it yet
But down the road the sun is shining
In every cloud there's a silver lining
Just keep holding on Just keep holding on
And every heartache makes you stronger But it won't be much longer
You'll find love
You'll find peace
And the you you're meant to be
I know right now that's not the way you feel
But one day you will
Find the strength to rise above You will find just what you're made of You're made of
But down the road the sun is shining
In every cloud there's a silver lining
Just keep holding on Just keep holding on
And every heartache makes you stronger But it won't be much longer
You'll find love
You'll find peace
And the you you're meant to be I know right now that's not the way you feel I know right now that's not the way you feel
But one day you will One day you will
It was a creed written into the founding documents that declared the destiny of a nation.
Yes we can.
It was whispered by slaves and abolitionists as they blazed a trail toward freedom.
Yes we can.
It was sung by immigrants as they struck out from distant shores and pioneers who pushed westward against an unforgiving wilderness.
Yes we can.
It was the call of workers who organized; women who reached for the ballots; a President who chose the moon as our new frontier; and a King who took us to the mountaintop and pointed the way to the Promised Land.
Yes we can to justice and equality.
Yes we can to opportunity and prosperity.
Yes we can heal this nation.
Yes we can repair this world.
Yes we can.
We know the battle ahead will be long. But always remember that no matter what obstacles stand in our way, nothing can stand in the way of the power of millions of voices calling for change.
We have been told we cannot do this by a chorus of cynics. They will only grow louder and more dissonant. We've been asked to pause for a reality check. We've been warned against offering the people of this nation false hope.
But in the unlikely story that is America, there has never been anything false about hope.
Now the hopes of the little girl who goes to a crumbling school in Dillon are the same as the dreams of the boy who learns on the streets of LA. We will remember that there is something happening in America. That we are not as divided as our politics suggests. That we are one people -- we are one nation -- and together, we will begin the next great chapter in the American story with three words that will ring from coast to coast; from sea to shining sea --
It Came Upon A Midnight Clear/O Little Town of Bethlehem
It came upon a midnight clear That glorious song of old From angels bending near the earth To touch their harps of gold Peace on the earth Good will to me From heaven's all gracious King The world in solemn stillness lay To hear the angels sing
For lo' the days are hastening on By prophets seen of old When with the ever-circling years Shall come the time foretold When the new heaven and earth shall long The Prince of Peace they came And the whole world send back the song Which now the angels sing
O little town of Bethlehem How still we see thee lie Above thy deep and dreamless sleep The silent stars go by
Yet in thy dark streets shineth The everlasting light The hopes and fears of all the years Are met in thee tonight
For Christ was born of Mary And gathered all above While mortals sleep the angels keep Their watch of wondering love
All morning stars together Proclaim the holy birth And praises sing to God the King And peace to men on earth
How silently, how silently The wondrous gift is given So God imparts to human hearts The blessings of His heaven
No ear may hear his coming But in this world of sin Where meek souls will receive him still The dear Christ enters in
Candy canes, counting days, kids who still believe Falling snow, mistletoe, trimming the tree And laying underneath the glow of colored strings of light Dreaming of Christmas Eve night
Popcorn chains, China plates, the smell of pumpkin pie Wrapping gifts, ornaments, stockings hung high Baking cookies and reading stories, a different tale each night And seeing it again through a child's eyes
It's the hope that one day the world will know peace It's the love that we feel helping others in need It's shepherds who follow the star in the night All wrapped up in the gift of Christmastime
Holy night, a gift divine, unto us is come A perfect child, a baby mild, and holding her son Mary sings a lullaby as peacefully He sleeps And she marvels at what this miracle will mean
It's the Son of heaven as angels sing It's the grace that only the Savior could bring It's wise men who follow Him each day of their lives All wrapped up in the gift of Christmastime
It's wise men who follow him each day of their lives It's love and hope It's joy and light It's Christmastime
Currently listening to: Christmastime By Hilary Weeks
December 1914 was grim for the thousands of soldiers who had dug into the frozen trenches on either side of Flanders Field. What lay between them in the early months of the First Great War was a field of sorrow -- No Man's Land -- littered with barbed wire and decaying corpses.
But somehow, amid the fear and anger, a miracle occurred. As Christmas Day approached, the weapons of war fell silent, men ventured out of the trenches, gifts were exchange, and the sober duty of remembering the dead commenced. For two days, the spirit of Christmas filled the air, and a remarkable "Christmas Truce" brightened spirits. Whn night fell, and that memorable Christmas slipped into the past, one last sound broke that silence: a chorus, from either side, singing in native tongue, "Silent Night."
Oh, the snowflakes fell in silence over Belleau Wood that night For a Christmas truce had been declared by both sides of the fight And as we lay there in our trenches, the silence broke in two By a German soldier singing a song that we all knew
Though I did not know the language, the song was Silent Night Then I heard my buddy whisper "All is calm and all is bright" Then the fear and doubt surrounded me because I'd die if I was wrong But I stood up in my trench and I began to sing along
Then across the frozen battlefield another's voice joined in Until one by one, each man became a singer of the hymn
Then I thought that I was dreaming For right there in my sight Stood the German soldier beneath the falling flakes of white Then he raised his hand and smiled at me As if he seemed to say "Here's hoping we both live to see us find a better way"
Then the devil's clock struck midnight and the skies lit up again And the battlefield where heaven stood was blown to hell again
But for just one fleeting moment the answer seemed so clear Heaven's not beyond the clouds It's just beyond the fear No, heaven's not beyond the clouds It's for us to find it here
**Belleau Wood, Garth Brooks, Sevens**
Throughout December, gifts -- English puddings and German chocolate -- were heaved from trench to trench. A German boot exploded in an English trench, stuffed with sausages, chocolate, and cigars. There were soccer games in No Man's Land. A British soldier captured a rabbit, and soldiers from both sides contributed tins of vegetables and meat to make a batch of Christmas stew. It hardly seemed possible at the time that the war would last so long.
But the squabble turned into a long, brutal war. The industrial revolution spawned machinery capable of killing thousands at a time. In the end, not only would ten million die but the tenuous peace would also foster a bitterness that festered until the Second World War began.
Still, for a time, young Londoners who had befriended German waiters and German patrons of French operas saw the war as something temporary. They didn't really hate each other in the first few months. It was only out of duty that they fought. So when an opportunity to celebrate a common holiday arose, so did the men from their trenches.
The guns were silent for a day. And when soldiers from both sides returned to their trenches after Christmas and the command to resume was issued, they would fire only at the clouds. The war would not continue until replacements were rotated in.
**prose taken from Silent Night, Holy Night: The Story of the Christmas Truce **
Currently reading: Silent Night, Holy Night By Stephen/ Barrett, Robert T. (ILT)/ Mormon Tabernacle Choir (NRT)/ Cronkite, Walter (NRT)/ Barrett, Robert T./ Cronkite, Walter/ Warner, David/ Wilberg, Mack/ Mormon Tabernacle Choir (COR) Wunderli
Once in royal David's City Stood a lowly cattle shed Where a mother laid her baby In a manger for his bed Mary was that mother, mild Jesus Christ her little child
He came down to earth from heaven Who is God and Lord of all And His shelter was a stable And His cradle was a stall With the poor and meek and lowly Lived on earth our Savior holy
And our eyes at last shall see Him Through His own redeeming love For that child so dear and gentle Is our Lord in heaven above And He leads His children on To the place where He is gone
Christmas Must Mean Something More -- Taylor Swift
What if ribbons and bows didn't mean a thing? Would the song still survive without five golden rings? Would you still wanna kiss without mistletoe? What would happen if God never let it snow? What would happen if Christmas carols told a lie? Tell me, what would you find?
You'd see that the day holds something special Something holy Not superficial So here's to the birthday boy who saved our lives It's something we all try to ignore And put a wreath up on your door So here's something you should know That is for sure Christmas must be something more
What if angels did not pay attention to All the things that we wish they would always do? What if happiness came in a cardboard box? Then I think there is something we all forgot What would happen if presents all went away Tell me, what would you find?
You'd see that the day holds something special Something holy Not superficial So here's to the birthday boy who saved our lives It's something we all try to ignore And put a wreath up on your door So here's something you should know That is for sure Christmas must be something more
We get so caught up in all of it Business and relationships Hundred mile an hour lives And it's this time of year And everybody's here It seems the last thing on your mind
Is that the day holds something special Something holy Not superficial So here's to Jesus Christ who saved our lives It's something we all try to ignore And put a wreath up on your door And here's something you should know That is for sure Christmas must be something Christmas must be something Christmas must be something more
Another fun country band. Great music. I need to buy their cd soon. This song makes me want to have a one-night stand:)
Girl, you're beautiful You're 'bout near perfect But I bet somebody's already told you that Name your poison Name your passion 'Cause a boy like me just couldn't help but ask
Keep on talking to me, baby I'm hanging on your every word Keep those drinks a-coming Maybe we'll both get what we deserve
How 'bout, baby We make a promise And not promise anything more than one night Complicated situations only get worse in the morning light Hey, I'm just looking for a good time
Put in a long hard week doing this nine to five And you're just the girl to get that off my mind You shouldn't have worn that dress You shouldn't move like that You've got this little heart of mine in overdrive
I sure love this conversation The band is good The music's loud But would you get the wrong impression If I called us a cab right now
How 'bout, baby
We make a promise
And not promise anything more than one night
Complicated situations only get worse in the morning light
Hey, I'm just looking for a good time
Go ahead and lie to me and pull me close Tell me that you love me even if you don't The rule is that you never even talk about forever But you never say never in life
How 'bout, baby
We make a promise
And not promise anything more than one night
Complicated situations only get worse in the morning light
Grady Johnson was a common man Four children and some bottom land Early to bed, he said, that ain't me Gotta spend some time with my family Left to its own device, May becomes June And children grow up way too soon
So love your neighbor as yourself Don't use money to measure wealth Trust in God, but lock your door Buy low, sell high And slow dance more
Mamy Johnson was Grady's wife She bore his children and she graced his life Hand in hand, side by side They were taught to simplify Some folks have, some have not What matters most is what you do with what you've got
So love your neighbor as yourself Don't use money to measure wealth Trust in God, but lock your door Buy low, sell high And slow dance more And more
I think I understand what my father's father meant When he said Son what matters most you can count on just one hand
So love your neighbor as yourself Don't use money to measure wealth Trust in God, but lock your door Buy low, sell high And slow dance more
