The Sparrows
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THE BURNING
                        SWORD

Gospel Cassette # 251
THE BURNING SWORD
The Burning Sword /Blow on The Sea / I Want To Swim / It Is Time / Dust Is Not My Destiny / Rock-A-Bye Cradle / In Our Hands / None But Thee / We Stand / We'll All Go Out To Meet Her


THE BURNING SWORD
By Martha Miranda © 1994

I want to run with the big White Horse
I want to thunder down the streets of gold
I want to touch the mighty hand
Of the Living Word, the Living Word
I want to stand in the heavenly City
Like a pillar, a great white stone
I want to be set on fire
By the Living Word, the Living Word

I want to see His face
I want to touch His hands
I want to bow before the Mighty One
I want to see His Father
I want to see the Lamb
I want to bow before the Living Word

I want to see the King in all His glory
I want to see him sit on His throne
I want to see the lightning flash
Of His burning Sword
His burning Sword!

I want to see His face
I want to touch His hands
I want to bow before the Mighty One
I want to see His Father
I want to see the Lamb
I want to bow before the Living Word

I want to see the King in all His glory
I want to see him sit on His throne
I want to see the lightning flash
Of His burning Sword
His burning Sword!

His burning, burning, burning, burning, Sword!
His burning, burning, burning, burning, Sword!


BLOW ON THE SEA
By Martha Miranda © 1994

Blow, Holy Spirit
Blow, Holy Spirit
Blow, Holy Spirit
Blow holy wind on the sea

Blow Holy Spirit
Blow Holy Wind on the sea, on the living sea
Trouble the waters of the deep
Blow on the sea

Blow the Spirit, Holy LAMB
Blow on paradise, paradise waiting, waiting in the deep sea
Blow on your seeds of the Gentile
Blow on Her seeds

Blow, Holy Spirit
Blow, Holy Spirit
Blow, Holy Spirit
Blow, holy wind on the sea

Blow, Holy Spirit
Blow on the sleeping seed, in the garden, deep in the sea
Blow on the sands of the sea
Blow on Abraham's seed

Blow, Holy Spirit
Blow upon the breathing waters of the sea, blow upon the sea
Blow on the waters of the sea
Blow, holy wind, blow


I WANT TO SWIM
By Martha Miranda © 1994

I want to swim where the good fish swim
I want to grow where the pure wheat grows
I want to eat the grass where the holy lambs are feeding
I want to drink of the new, pure wine
I want to catch manna from the sky
I want to eat the grapes from the vine of the Living WORD

I want to fly where the angels fly
I want to live and never die
I see the fire fallin' from the sky
Comin' from a flamin' sword
I want to swim where the good fish swim
I want to grow where the pure wheat grows
I want to eat the grass where the holy lambs are feeding

I want to be carried unto Abraham's side
And drink of the pure clean water
I don't want to wake up in the burnin' fire where no water is
I want to eat from the tree of life
Growing in the sea of paradise
I want to drink of the crystal stream flowing from the living throne

I want to fly where the angels fly
I want to live and never die
I see the fire fallin' from the sky
Comin' from a flamin' sword
I want to swim where the good fish swim
I want to grow where the pure wheat grows
I want to eat the grass where the holy lambs are feeding

I want to fly where the angels fly
I want to live and never die
I see the fire fallin' from the sky
Comin' from a flamin' sword

I want to swim where the good fish swim
I want to grow where the pure wheat grows
I want to eat the grass where the holy lambs are feeding
I want to drink of the new, pure wine
I want to catch manna from the sky
I want to eat the grapes from the vine of the Living WORD

I want to swim where the good fish swim
I want to grow where the pure wheat grows
I want to eat the grass where the holy lambs are feeding


IT IS TIME
By Martha Miranda © 1994

Is it any wonder women cry?
Is it any wonder babies die?
Is it any wonder children run the dirty streets
Looking for a crust of bread?

It is time Holy Father, it is time
To send the Son of GOD unto men
It is time, Holy Father, it is time
To gather in the grapes hanging on the weary vine

Is it any marvel men are laying on men?
Is it any marvel women without shame do the same?
Is it any wonder there's no one to blame
For the evil mess the world is drowning in?

It is time Holy Father, it is time
To send the Son of GOD unto men
It is time Holy Father, it is time
To gather in the grapes hanging on the weary vine
For the fields are overgrown with many thistles
And the barn is full of thieves and many robbers
It is time, Holy Father, it is time
To bring the crying harvest in

Is it any wonder mothers cry
Burying their sons too young to die?
Is it any wonder fathers hunt the world over
In the hope to find a lost son?
It is time! It is time! It is time!


DUST IS NOT MY DESTINY
By Martha Miranda © 1974

Someday these ole bones are gonna' lay down in the grave
Someday these ole bones are gonna' try to decay
But when that trumpet sounds
I'm comin' up out of the ground
And I'll be flyin'

Dust is not my destiny. Ho ho ho! Ha ha ha!
Satan has no claim on me. Ho ho ho! Ha ha ha!
Someday I'm gonna' have a brand new home
And a brand new body to call my own
Dust is not my destiny. Ha ha!
Dust is not my destiny. Ha ha ha!

These ole bones are gonna' walk again someday for me
These ole bones are gonna' talk again someday you'll see
On a hallelujah day
He'll open up my grave
And I'll be flyin'

Dust is not my destiny. Ho ho ho! Ha ha ha!
Satan has no claim on me. Ho ho ho! Ha ha ha!
Someday I'm gonna' have a brand new home
And a brand new body to call my own
Dust is not my destiny.
Dust is not my destiny. Ha ha ha!


ROCK-A-BYE CRADLE
By Martha Miranda © Jan. 1995

There is a satin lined cradle, waitin' for a baby
Rock-a-bye baby
A satin lined cradle with a blanket of silk for a baby
All the angels are singing songs about the baby
Rock-a-bye baby
Heaven and earth are makin' ready for this baby
Heavenly winds blow down
Blow down on the cradle of the baby
Rock the cradle

Rock-a-bye heavenly baby in the cradle
Rock-a-bye heavenly baby in the cradle

A cradle made of myrtle by the hands of a loving Father
Rock-a-bye baby
Stands ready to receive the coming heavenly baby
The WORD of GOD has spoken many times about this baby
The Living WORD of GOD to come down in the flesh of a boy
Heavenly winds blow down
Blow down on the cradle of the baby
Rock the cradle

Rock-a-bye heavenly baby in the cradle
Rock-a-bye heavenly baby in the cradle
Rock-a-bye heavenly baby in the cradle
Rock-a-bye heavenly baby in the cradle
Rock-a-bye heavenly baby
Rock-a-bye heavenly baby
Rock-a-bye


IN OUR HANDS
By Martha Miranda © 1994

In our hands, in our hands
Lies the life of every single child
In our hands, in our hands
Every child conceived lives or dies
In our hands, in our hands
Lies the soul of every single child
In our hands, in our hands
Every soul of every child lives or dies

In our hands lies the life of every child
Born in every land
In our hands lies the soul of every living child
In our hands lies the blood of every child
That never is born
We shall give account to GOD for the loss of every child
Angels take the hand of every little child
As they float up to heaven from the earth
All those little babies will tell on the hands
That made them go!


NONE BUT THEE
By Martha Miranda © 1971

None but thee, O LORD
None but thee, my LORD
Can ease the pain I bear
None but thee, O LORD
None but thee, my LORD
Can ease the pain I bear

None but thee
O, none but thee
None but thee, my LORD
None but thee, O . . . . .
None but thee, my LORD
None but JESUS
Can ease the pain I bear

None but thee
When my heart is O, so heavy
I turn to thee
When my heart is O, so heavy
I turn to thee
When my friends and my loved ones
Turn away from me
No, not thee. No, not thee
No, not thee

None but thee
O, none but thee
None but thee, my LORD
None but thee, O . . . . . .
None but thee, my LORD
None but JESUS
Can ease the pain I bear
None but thee


WE STAND
By Martha Miranda © 1994

As long as we are working
We seem to be working things out
As long as we are helping
We think we are getting by
As long as we are doing something
We seem to be making it all right
But when the time comes we have done all that we can do
What then?
We stand (stand)
We stand (stand)
We stand (stand)
We stand (stand)
When we cannot go on
We cannot turn back
We stand (stand, we stand, we stand)
We just stand

When we've done all that we can do
We're not content to just stand
We're angry at the problems
That are soaring out of hand
And when we can do nothing more
And we can do nothing else
When there is no where to turn and no one to turn to
What then?
We stand (stand)
We stand (stand)
We stand (stand)
We stand (stand)
When we cannot go on
We cannot turn back
We stand (we stand, we stand, we stand)
We just stand

We stand (stand)
We stand (stand)
We stand (stand)
We stand (stand)
When we cannot go on
We cannot turn back
We stand (we stand, we stand, we stand)
We just stand

Recitation
I hear a voice say from heaven's throne
We stand. We stand. We stand
You are not standing upon the earth all alone
We stand. We stand. We stand
We will not go back
We stand
We shall go on
We stand

Vocal Continues:

We stand (we stand)
We stand (we stand)
We stand (stand)
We stand (stand)
When we cannot go on
We cannot turn back
We stand (we stand, we stand, we just stand)
We just stand


WE'LL ALL GO OUT TO MEET HER
By Martha Miranda © 1994

I used to sing when I was little
She'll be comin' round the mountain when she comes
And I used to sing when I was little
She'll be ridin' six white horses when she comes

I have seen it in Revelation
There's a woman that I'm lookin' for
And she'll be bringin' all the white horses
She's the Lady that I'll be looking for

We'll all go out to meet her
When she's comin' just a runnin' around that mountain
We'll all go out to greet her
When we hear that rolling thunder
Of the horses hooves flying round that mountain
Running just as fast as they can
We'll all go up and out to meet her when she comes
How I want to see that Lady
Just a drivin' those six white horses
We'll all go up and out to meet her when she comes

From Cassette Tape THE BURNING SWORD (SM 251)

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THE BURNING
                          SWORD