Calvin Girl Lyrics

Hello London

I wanna woman who can love me for life.

I wanna woman can be a good wife.

I wanna woman who can sing in a choir.

I wanna woman who can change a tire.

I wanna woman, she’s gotta be cute,

She’s gotta know her Calvin’s Institutes.

I wanna a woman who isn’t out on the skids,

I wanna woman who wants to have 12 kids.

I wanna woman ain’t got no rheumatism.

I wanna woman who knows her Catechism.

I wanna a woman whose gonna give me what I wanna.

I want a woman who can serve me fried iguana.

I wanna a Calvin Girl. (x4)

...been around the world.

I wanna a Calvin Girl.

I wanna woman with her head on straight.

I wanna woman I can take on a date.

I wanna woman who knows right and wrong.

I wanna woman who can mow my lawn!

I wanna woman who can sing in the corn.

I wanna woman who can serve me brontosaurus.

I wanna a Calvin Girl. (x4)

Been around the world.

I wanna a Calvin Girl.

She’s gotta be straight.

She’s gotta be a sport.

I don’t want any women from Doer.

She’s gotta be straight.

I don’t want no dope.

Don’t give me any women from Hope.

Don’t give me any women who smoke.

I wanna woman give to me mental stimulation

She must approach this thing with serious dedication.

She’s gotta know it’s more than just infatuation.

She’s gotta know some Biblical Interpretation.

If this sounds good to you it’s my recommendation,

Common baby and fill out an application.

I wanna a Calvin Girl. (x4)

Been around the world.

I wanna a Calvin Girl.

I want everybody here to lend an ear,

because I been preaching this word for 25 years

If you’re looking for love all around the world,

If you want a good wife, get a Calvin girl.

I wanna a Calvin Girl. (x4)

Been around the world.

I wanna a Calvin Girl.

Let All Things Now Living ~ Song of Thanksgiving

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Ash Grove, Traditional Welsh Melody
Lyrics by Katherine K Davis

Let all things now living
A song of thanksgiving
To God the creator triumphantly raise.
Who fashioned and made us,
Protected and stayed us,
Who still guides us on
To the end of our days.
His banners are o'er us,
His light goes before us,
A pillar of fire shining forth in the night.
Till shadows have vanished
And darkness is banished
As forward we travel
From light into light.

His law he enforces,
The stars in their courses
And sun in its orbit obediently shine;
The hills and the mountains,
The rivers and fountains,
The deeps of the ocean
Proclaim Him divine.
We too should be voicing
Our love and rejoicing;
With glad adoration a Song let us raise
Till all things now living
Unite in thanksgiving:
"To God in the highest,
Hosanna and praise!"

"Anita's Heart" sang by Fernando Ortega

She tells you how, her canyon walks,

can ease a mother’s fear.
The trails and big groves, comfort her,
she feels close to God, out there.

But that's just how, she makes it through;

she's given up a lot inside.
And even in those spreading trees
she'll still break down and cry.

She's praying again her daughter

will land with both feet on the ground.
Nobody knows which way she'll go,

or if she'll ever come around.
Maybe this time she'll finally find

the pieces that have come apart.
And there'll be no more breaking,

no more breaking either heart.

She carries around a photograph

of her beautiful, coltish girl.
In a big white skirt, her head tossed back,
a free spirit in this world.

You want to forget all that she's done,

and all she's compromised.
You can close your eyes and believe that now,
she's the same girl in disguise.

She's praying again her daughter will land

with both feet on the ground.
Nobody knows which way she'll go,

or if she'll ever come around.
Maybe this time she'll finally find

the pieces that have come apart.
And there'll be no more breaking,

no more breaking either heart.

Her mother’s heart, wide as the sea,
would rock her back on a rising tide.
She cradles the memory, then lets it go,
she has to leave the girl behind.

She's praying again her daughter

will land with both feet on the ground.
Nobody knows which way she'll go,

or if she'll ever come around.
Maybe this time she'll finally find

the pieces that have come apart.
And there'll be no more breaking,

there'll be no more breaking,
there'll be no more breaking,

no more breaking either heart.

Tears and Triumph

God is God and I am not
I can only see a part
Of the picture He's painting.

-- Steven Curtis Chapman

Around 5:45 This Morning

A man's steps are of the LORD;

How then can a man understand his own way?

-- Proverbs 20:24

The inspector released Regina to board the plane when it was too late.
But overall is the hand of God working all things for good. God is in control, this I know.
Dinah was in tears as her plane lifted into the air from Bakersfield, feeling she was missing a special vacation with Regina. She kept being reminded of the sovereignty of God.
On that first flight no one sat next to her in Regina’s place, but when she left Denver, Reuben, a man around forty to fifty, sat next to her and discussed the North American Union and places he has lived in the world: Italy, Greece, EU. He lives in Spain now. Reuben loved living in Turkey best for the hospitability. He said that many Europeans don't like the EU. Reuben does not know the Lord but he does like Ron Paul. He grew up in a bad area of New York. He told Dinah she is a breath of fresh air.
The pilot flew around a storm, so they got into New York City late. She had a long distance to run to a bus at a stop. Many buses flew by.
One man told her: “Wait for Bus B!” Dinah was incredulous, “I have to take a bus?”
After the bus ride, Dinah ran up an elevator and through security again.
She missed that flight, so she had time to call us and eat. The airport rebooked Regina for an evening flight.
~ Esther

Above All ~ Michael W. Smith

Above all powers
Above all kings
Above all nature
And all created things
Above all wisdom
And all the ways of man
You were here,
Before the world began

Above all kingdoms
Above all thrones
Above all wonders
The world has ever known
Above all wealth
And treasures of the earth
There's no way to measure
What You're worth.

Crucified, laid behind the stone

You lived to die, rejected and alone.

Like a rose, trampled on the ground.

You took the fall and thought of me

Above all

Like the rose
Trampled on the ground
You took the fall
And thought of me
Above all

Underneath the Door

Pain is the pen that writes the songs

And they call us forth

To dance

- Michael Card