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VERSE 1:

G

Brother broke her favorite toy

C                  Am7

tears filled her little eyes.

D                  Am7              Am

For his smirk, there was no disguise.

G                                      GMA7

But daddy was able to fix it. OH BOY!

CHORUS 1:

D

Yeah, my daddy can fix anything.

A

Yeah, to my daddy I bring

G                            D

whatever is broken, whatever is broken.

A

No, I ain't a jokin'

G

My daddy can fix anything.

VERSE 2:

Overflowing with joy

Thinking her daddy was cool

The very next day, she went to school

Bragging, “my daddy can fix any toy”

(REPEAT CHORUS 1)

VERSE 3:

So, her friend sent a broken toy

home with her, just to see if he

was really as cool, as awesome as she

claimed and he really did fix it, OH BOY!

(REPEAT CHORUS 1)

VERSE 4:

Overflowing with joy

I think my God is Amazing.

To Him I shall bring I shall bring

All the praises that I can humbly employ.

CHORUS 2:

D

Yeah, my Abba can fix anything.

A

Yeah, to my Abba I bring

G                            D

whatever is broken, whatever is broken.

A

No, I ain't a jokin'

G

My God can fix anything.

VERSE 5:

So my friend told me about

his distressing situation

And I went home a prayin'.

Within my humble heart, there was no doubt.

(REPEAT CHORUS 2, THREE TIMES)

Chorus:

D

Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

A                                  G               D

Grace, mercy, love, joy and Peace, He will Shew ya'

D                                         G

if You will turn from your sin, and surrender all.

D                             A                            G

Can't you hear him...Can't you hear him, your name, call?

D

Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

Verse 1:

D                                              A

my heart was scorched and dry, a desert wasteland

G                                               A

filled with nothing nothing but hot, grainy sand.

G                                             D

Then I heard His soft-still voice, and listening, I

G                                                     D

I ran to Him and gave Him this heart oh so dry

(Repeat Chorus)

Verse 2:

If you are alone in the hot, dry desert

I pray that, all the mirages, you will avert.

Oh that you would see that Jesus is the only

Jesus is the only way; the only truth; the life, truly.

(Repeat Chorus)

Verse 3:

Let the Living Water irrigate your dry heart

If you let Him flow into every part

And new life, new hope, new joy, you will recieve

If on His name, you will truly believe truly believe

(Repeat Chorus 3 X's)

VERSE 1:

G

Outside, there's a raging storm

C

but inside this cabin

G

the fire is oh so warm.

D

Inside Your will

D7

peace does fill

C

this heart of mine.

G                 C

Why am I so inclined

G                            C

to go outside Your will and sin?

CHORUS:

D

Why am I Why am I

A

so unfaithful?

G              A

Why cant I be thankful?

D

Oh, If only I would deny

D7

my weak and unwilllng flesh

D

Why am I Why am I

A

so unfaithful?

G                              D

Oh if only with Your will, I'd mesh.

D

Why am I Why am I

G

so unfaithful?

VERSE 2:

I'm so easily distracted

by my weak and unwilling flesh.

I'm so easily extracted

From Your will.

Oh if only I'd be still

And listen to Your voice

my heart would rejoice.

Oh if only with Your will, I'd mesh.

(REPEAT CHORUS)

CHORUS 1:

C

When I die,

F

please don't cry.

C                      G

Not a single tear shed

G

'cuz I won't be dead.

VERSE 1:

G

I'll be living in the presence

D

of Peace's prince

G

and of the Father

C

who, in His Mercy,

G

sent the Messiah

D

to pay for the sins of me.

G

And in His Grace

C                          G

raised Him so I can live eternally.

G                           D

One day, I'll see His glorious face

G

so.......

(Repeat  Chorus 1)

VERSE 2:

And I'm hoping you'll join me

and we'll joyfully

sing His praises.

I want to see you

there, shouting phrases

Glorifying unto

death's conqueror,

The One Who paid for the sins of me and you.

oh come to Him and be made pure

so.......

CHORUS 2:

C

When you die,

F

you won't cry.

C                      G

Not a single tear shed

G

'cuz you won't be dead.

(Repeat  Chorus 1 three or four times, have fun with it.)

The parson sat in a pew,

surrounded by the deacons.

As the meeting drew

to and end, one of the sons

of the local merchant barged in.

“Doc, momma sent me to find you.

Jim is terribly sick, Ma's taken

him to your house, and they need you.

The doctor, who had long been a deacon

in this little church, rushed to his house.

The Parson raced after the medical man.

Hoping he could, her fears douse,

he prayed with the boys' Ma.

Her husband soon rushed in

The fear on his face was raw

as he spoke to the medical man.

There was only one medicine

that could save the boy

but Doc had none in his possession.

Hoping, a rider to deploy,

he sent telegraphs to every doctor

within a hundred miles. Only one

had any of the drug he could offer.

Time was the enemy, they needed a fast stallion.

Monday morning, the widow Blies

entered the livery stable.

With a tear in her eyes.

She handed the young man

her dead son's Bible.

“Last night, to sleep I could not go.

My son died a little over a year ago,

I don't have much to remember him by

but as a brand new Christian,

he'd want you to have your own Bible.

I think he'd want you to have the one

he carried with him everyday.”

The Cowboy did not know what to say.

He thanked her and for him she did pray.

After she left, he couldn't help but think

about how great a sacrifice this must be

for this woman whom he barely knew.

She reminded him of his own mother

You could see God's love in her very eyes.

The cowboy turned liveryman

found himself asking his friend,

the humble parson, to baprize him.

This, on the very Sunday that it became

official that he would be the new pastor

of this little white church.

So to the creek just outside town

they went and there they found

the perfect spot for his baptism.

The entire congregation was there

in joyful song, their voices filled the air.

They rejoiced in knowing

that the kingdom was growing.

It was truly a joyfu day.

Our two friends entered the water, smiling.

The parson said a few words, and then emersed

his new friend beneath the water. The crowd dispersed

oh so slowly, many remaining to speak to the two men.

 Stepping off the stage,

he noticed the sage

walk toward the hotel.

That parson, that sage

would come to dwell

here for many years.

But neither of them

had any way of knowng this.

Knowing his finances were grim,

this cowboy was still filled with bliss.

Walking in the opposite direction

from his newfound friend,

the cowboy found the livery stable.

Thinking he might be able to rent

a horse and thus be able

to ride out to the nearest ranch

and maybe find himself a job.

But the man at the livery offered

to hire him. The man, Rob,

offered him wages obsurd.

Rob owned the feed and grain

and, as he did explain,

Became the owner of the stable,

to his wife's great disdain,

when the previous owner was unable

to pay his bills and left town suddenly.

Willing to pay the same wages

the nearby ranchers pay a hand

to avoid his wife's rages:

his return to the store was her demand.

A few days later, our new liveryman

found this job did not demand

him to work on Sunday.

So, he went to church with his friend,

in whom Chrst's love was on full display.

Yes, it's of the parson, I speak here.

The cowboy had not been to church in years

but recently had come to know Christ

and now his whole life had changed, it appears.

His heart was now filled with the love of Christ.

Only two passengers aboard

the rumbling stage coach.

The cowboy, being bored,

struck up a conversation

with the humble parson.

They discussed cattle,

roping and riding, and such.

But somehow, they began

to discuss sin and salvaton.

The parson talked, oh so much,

about the fiery battle

between the flesh and the spirit.

The cowboy, the more he did hear it

was intrigued how Christ died for his sin.

Right there on a rumbling stage coach,

he bowed his head and found grace devine.

Right there on a rumbling stage coach,

he grace, love, joy and peace, he did find.

Right there on a rumbling stage coach,

he bowed his head and found eternal salvation.