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From Cord Stone:

The scoop on my new song Voices of Darfur- SPODA.
Angelina Jolie asked me to write a song for the Refugees in Darfur and the genocide that is happening there.

I decided to write the lyrics from the perspective of a refugee.

Voices of Darfur (S.P.O.D.A)

If you could see it from my eyes
You would see pain and fear and strife
If we could live a life of peace in harmony

Everybody needs a home
Someplace they can call they're own
Torn from our land left hungry and scared

Of what tomorrow brings
Did our guardian angels lose their wings?

Shine – All across the world
Cry – Till our voices are heard

Have you ever needed a helping hand
Felt compassion in a passing glance
With the passage of time There's a mountain to climb

Together on our feet
Not alone on our knees

Shine – All across the world
Cry – Till our voices are heard

In every corner of the earth
The strength to fight this silent genocide
We're connected

Together on our feet
Not alone - Not Alone!

Shine – All across the world
Cry – Till our voices are heard

Human kindness melody -
We're stuck in a minor key
They're calling me a refugee
Tell me help is on the way -
Bringing hope for another...
No more broken yesterdays
We're Connected - Connected



CROSSES

The young man was at the end of his rope. Seeing no way out, he
dropped to his knees in prayer.

"Lord, I can't go on," he said. "I have too heavy a cross to bear."

The Lord replied, "My son, if you can't bear its weight,
just place your cross inside this room. Then, open that other door
and pick out any cross you wish."

The man was filled with relief. Thank you, Lord,"

He sighed, and he did as he was told.
Upon entering the other door, he saw many crosses, some
so large the tops were not visible.

Then, he spotted a tiny cross leaning against a far wall.

"I'd like that one, Lord," he whispered.

And the Lord replied,
" My son, that is the cross you just brought in."

When life's problems seem overwhelming, it helps to look around
and see what other people are coping with.

You may consider yourself far more fortunate than
you imagined.

I cried because i had no shoes,
until i met a man who had no feet.

Mat 16:24-27 (KJV)
{24} Then said Jesus unto his disciples,
If any man will come after me,
let him deny himself, and take up his cross, and follow me.

{25} For whosoever will save his life shall lose it:
and whosoever will lose his life for my sake shall find it.

{26} For what is a man profited,
if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?
or what shall a man give in exchange for his soul?

{27} For the Son of man shall come in the glory of his Father with his angels;
and then he shall reward every man according to his works.



I thank you, Lord, for every thorn,
Each heavy burden I have born.
The darkest moments of despair,
And every cross I've had to bear.
I'm glad I've suffered grief and pain,
Those seasons of distress and strain,
That stunned my pride and humbled me,
And turned my stubborn heart to Thee.

And thank You Lord, for every tear,
I've shed for those I hold so dear.
For 'tho I trusted you before,
Each crisis made me love you more.

For as the sorrows came and went,
They left me tired, weak, and spent.
With all my hope and courage gone,
I could not make it on my own.

'Twas then my prayers were most sincere,
With tender hands You soothed my fears,
And as my selfish will was purged,
A stronger, deeper faith emerged.

If I had had a life of ease,
And could have lived the way I pleased,
I might have never known the thrill,
Of living in Thy holy will.

The mountain tops, I must confess,
Were not where I was at my best.
But in the shadow of the vale,
I came to know my Savior well.

But for the valleys I've been through.
I may not love you as I do.
And might have never realized,
That thorns are blessings in disguise.

So, THANK YOU, Lord, on bended knee,
For everything you've given me.
Of life's desires, I've had the best,
Abundant joy and happiness.

Both light and shadows filled my days.
And looking back, I have to say,
The roses bloomed.............
They died............. I mourned.

And today, I THANK YOU......
For the thorns.

Fathers Love Letter

Mother - do not cry for me
All of this is exactly how it's supposed to be
I'm right here.
Can you hear my voice?
My life, my love, my Lord....my baby boy

As they nail me to this tree
Just know my Father waits for me
God how can this be your will?
To have your son and my son killed?

Whatever happens...whatever you see...
Whatever your eyes tell you has become of me
This is not...
Not the end...
I am making all things new again

I remember when you were born
In that manger where I first held
You in my arms
So many miracles and lives you've changed
And this world repays you how?
With all this pain

Mary Did You Know
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