Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit Blessed is the Lamb, whose blood flows Blessed are the sat upon, spat upon, ratted on O Lord, why have You
to measure I am blessed with happiness And I'm done with loneliness I who walked all alone Not really knowing Till now just where I was going I am blessed
But I long to rise in the arms of faith Be closer, drawn to Thee Draw me nearer, nearer, blessed Lord To the Cross where Thou has died Draw me nearer, nearer, blessed
Blessed are the meek for they shall inherit Blessed is the lamb whose blood flows Blessed are the sat upon, spat upon, ratted on O Lord, why have you
Übersetzung: Simone, Nina. I Am Blessed.
Übersetzung: Simone, Nina. Näher Blessed Lord.
Übersetzung: Simon And Garfunkel. Gesegnet.
Blessed are the meek for they shall inherit. Blessed is the lamb whose blood flows. Blessed are the sat upon, Spat upon, Ratted on, O Lord, Why have you
: Blessed are the meek for they shall inherit Blessed is the lamb whose blood flows Blessed are the sat upon, spat upon, ratted on O Lord, why have
Blessed are the meek for they shall inherit Blessed is the lamb whose blood flows Blessed are the sat upon, spat upon, ratted on O Lord, why have
changed so fast The future is the present The presents in the past The highways are in litigation The airports disagree God bless the absentee God bless the absentee God bless the absentee God bless
Love and blessings, simple kindness Fell like rain on thirsty land Fields and gardens, long abandoned Came to life in dust and sand Lover's lips sweet
I'm hurt To think that you lied to me I'm hurt Way down deep inside of me You said Our love was true And we'd never ever part And now You want someone
?I?m in love with him?, she said With all the innocence of tender years But somewhere down the road ahead I could see the same eyes filled with bitter
It's outrageous to line your pockets off the misery of the poor. Outrageous, the crimes some human beings must endure. It's a blessing to wash your
If a feeling's born and no one complains Well that's good luck Running through young veins And if life is a blessing That brushes the tops of the trees
lest I must confess, my destiny's manifest In some Goretex and sweats I make treks like I'm homeless Rap orgies with Porgy and Bess Capture your bounty like Elliot Ness Yes, bless
