I WAS THERE TO HEAR YOUR BORNING CRY

John Ylvisaker

"I was there to hear your borning cry, I'll be there when you are old.
I rejoiced the day you were baptized, to see your life unfold.
I was there when you were but a child, with a faith to suit you well;
In a blaze of light you wandered off to find where demons dwell."

"When you heard the wonder of the Word

I was there to cheer you on;
You were raised to praise the living Lord, to whom you now belong.
If you find someone to share your time
and you join your hearts as one,
I'll be there to make your verses rhyme from dusk 'till rising sun."

In the middle ages of your life, not too old, no longer young,
I'll be there to guide you through the night,complete what I've begun.
When the evening gently closes in, and you shut your weary eyes,
I'll be there as I have always been with just one more surprise."

"I was there to hear your borning cry, I'll be there when you are old.
I rejoiced the day you were baptized, to see your life unfold."
 BLOWIN IN THE WIND
(Bob Dylan)

How many roads must a man walk down, before they call him a man
How many seas must a white dove sail, before she sleeps in the sand
How many times must the cannonballs fly,
before they are forever bannedThe answer, my friend, is blowing in
the windThe answer is blowing in the wind

How many years can a mountain exist, before it is washed to the sea
how many years can some people exist,
before they're allowed to be freehow many times can a man turn his
head,
pretending he just doesn't seeThe answer, my friend, is blowing in
the windThe answer is blowing in the wind
How many times must a man look up, before he can see the skyHow
many years must one man have, before he can hear people cry
How many deaths will it take till he knows
too many people have died
The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind

The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind

The answer is blowing in the wind

MORNING HAS BROKEN

 Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for them springing fresh from the word

Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heaven

Like the first dew fall, on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning

Born of the one light, Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God's re-creation of the new day

Morning has broken, like the first morning

Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for them springing fresh from the word