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I
                      AM MY FATHER'S DAUGHTER

Gospel Cassette # 270
I AM MY FATHER'S DAUGHTER
Uptown Downtown / I Am My Father's Daughter / Bells Are Ringing / The Story Will End / Blood Of Jesus / Field Of Dreams / The Wind On The Hill / Jesus Said / He Just Didn't Get It / Unchain The Melody / How Long Is It Now /There On The Riverbank


UPTOWN, DOWNTOWN
By Martha Miranda 1993

Uptown, downtown, all around the neighborhood
Guns are sounding, wailings heard
There are cries of women
In the City, in the country, all around the world
The heathen rage, just men slain
Leaving hungry children

I remember well the scriptures say
The devil killed all the little boys
From the age of two and under
Trying to destroy the LORD

And now the time is come to send
The woman in the earth
Bringing forth an Heir to men
In same likeness and a birth

So satan thinks an evil thought
To murder all the unborn children
And rape and murder women as well
The Heir is what he is looking for
Listen to the cry of a newborn

Uptown, downtown, all around the world
Satan does look to destroy the woman
The Heir, and all her seed as well
He sits before her to destroy
The child when He is born
Not all the hatred in a thousand hells
Can touch GOD'S coming Son
Listen to the cries of the women

Uptown, downtown all around the world
The woman and her seeds are growing
Uptown, downtown all around the world
Every knee shall bow
Every tongue confess
JESUS CHRIST as LORD
Uptown, downtown all around the world
Listen to the cry of a newborn
Uptown, downtown all around the world
Every knee shall bow
Every tongue confess
JESUS CHRIST as LORD


I AM MY FATHER'S DAUGHTER
By Martha Miranda © 1993

I am my Father's daughter
Fashioned in the image of His Son
Chastened and scourged
Disciplined and pruned
Befriended by the world
And hated by the brethren
I am my Father's daughter
Fashioned in the image of the WORD

Daughters of GOD
Now is the hour
To rise from the dust and proclaim
We are co-heirs in CHRIST
Co-heirs of the power
Co-heirs of the Kingdom of GOD

Daughters of GOD so despised by men
Rise up from the dust and sit down
In your Father's Kingdom
In your Father's House
Abide in the field till He come

Daughter's of GOD, slumber and sleep
Wait for the Bridegroom's call
Gather together in His House
Till the knock come on the door

We are our Father's daughters
Fashioned in the image of His Son
Chastened and scourged
Disciplined and pruned
Befriended by the world
And hated by the brethren
We are our Father's daughters
Fashioned in the image of the WORD

Daughters, we are daughters
Daughters, we are daughters
Daughters, we are daughters


BELLS ARE RINGING
By Martha Miranda © 1993

Bells are ringing out in space
Don't you hear them,
O don't you hear?
Upon the riding horses
On garments of the priests
Bells are ringing out the coming of the LORD

Angels dare not utter
What they dare not tell
And demons cannot speak
The horrors of their hell
Heated by a GOD
Who's weary of it all
And now the bells are ringing
The dinner bells are ringing

All the demons of the air
Hear the bells are ringing
They are feasting
On the minds and flesh of men
Who are filled with hate
And lust and greed and murder
Now the bells are ringing
The dinner bells are ringing

Bells are ringing. Bells are ringing
Calling all the powers of the air
Sorting out the evil from the holy
Blessed are those who hear the wedding bells

Bells are ringing out in space
Don't you hear them
O don't you hear?
Upon the riding horses
On garments of the priests
Bells are ringing out the coming of the LORD
Bells are ringing out the coming of the LORD
Bells are ringing out the coming of the LORD


THE STORY WILL END
By Sonja Peterson and Martha Miranda © 1993

When days are black
The nights are long I look
To the ending of it all
When tears come down
Like falling rain I look
To the ending of it all

When friends and family
Hate the sound of my name
And the world looks at me
Like a never ending pain
And everywhere I look
It's always the same I look
To the ending of it all

The ending of the story
The ending of it all
It's all written down
So the world will know
To the ending of it all
Every man will come
The story will end
Just like it began

When troubles come
And cast me down I look
To the ending of it all
When satan comes
Just like a flood I look
To the ending of it all

The ending of the story
The ending of it all
It's all written down
So the world will know
To the ending of it all
Every man will come
The story will end
Just like it began
The story will end
Just like it began
The story will end
Just like it began
The story will end
The story will end
The story, the story will end


BLOOD OF JESUS
By Martha Miranda © 1993

Wash over my soul
Cleansing blood of JESUS
And make me whole again
Wash me of my sin

Wash over my heart
Holy blood of JESUS
And put a song within
Make me sing again

Of my resurrection day
Of my new-born holy skin
Of my eternal life to gain
Washed from every earthly stain

Wash over my will
Holy blood of JESUS
And fill me up again
With a joyous song

Of my resurrection day
Of my new-born holy skin
Of my eternal life to gain
Washed from every earthly stain

Wash over my soul
Cleansing blood of JESUS
And make me whole again
Wash me of my sin
Wash me of my sin
Wash me of my sin


FIELD OF DREAMS
By Martha Miranda © 1993

I dream of a better day
Where night-time has no fear or pain
I dream of a better day
When death and tears are gone
I dream of eternity
Of seeing Dad and holding Mom
I have a whole field of dreams
Growing inside of me

Field of dreams
Where the corn grows full and tall
Field of dreams
Where the wheat dips down, way down to the ground
Where all the children laugh and play
Where all the birds sing night and day
Field of dreams, field of dreams
A forever field of dreams

I dream of seeing JESUS
I dream of seeing Mom and Dad
I have a whole field of dreams
Growing in side of me

Field of dreams
Where the corn grows full and tall
Field of dreams
Where the wheat dips down, way down to the ground
Where all the children laugh and play
Where all the birds sing night and day
Field of dreams, field of dreams
A forever field of dreams


THE WIND ON THE HILL
By Martha Miranda © 1993

See the sun rising on the hill of hills
Feel its breeze of life blowing down, so gently down
Filling the earth with the fragrance of spring
And the smell of flowers from the hill
The hill of hills

Feel the wind blowing down its hallowed holy ground
Fanned by the wings of Angels with whispers of a sound
He is risen, He is risen
Cries the wind upon the hill
He is not here, He is risen
He is hidden in the field

The wind on the hill
Feel its gentle blowing
The wind on the hill
Will not be silenced now
The wind on the hill
The consecrated ground
Is blowing now to call the dead
To fill them with the wind

Hear the wing blowing calling near and far
See the grains of wheat gathered into the barn
See the bundles tied to be given to the fire
Gathered by the Angels in bundles here and there

The wind on the hill
Feel its gentle blowing
The wind on the hill
Will not be silenced now
The wind on the hill
The consecrated ground
Is blowing now to call the dead
To fill them with the wind


JESUS SAID
By Martha Miranda © 1993

JESUS said, let the dead bury the dead
Let the sinners take care of the sinners
-But the first place sinners go
When they are in trouble here below
They come knocking on the doors
Of the children of the LORD

They leave the house of GOD
To go lie in the streets
And eat and drink and play in the world
And when they get in trouble
And their bellies are full of sin
They come gnashing their teeth
On the children of the LORD

They hated the name of JESUS
They hated the WORD of GOD
They hated the holy cross on which our Saviour died
They knew the truth and spit on JESUS
They persecuted the children that bore His shame
And now JESUS says, who are you?
I don't know your name

JESUS said, let the dead bury the dead
But you lay down your life to the brethren
Let the sinners take care of the sinners, JESUS said
But you take care of the children of the LORD

They love the name of JESUS
They love the WORD of GOD
They love the holy cross on which their Saviour died
They love the truth and they love JESUS
They love all the brethren that bear His shame
And JESUS says, I know you
I know your name

But they hated the name of JESUS
They hated the WORD of GOD
And they hated the holy cross on which our Saviour died
They knew the truth and spit on JESUS
They persecuted all the children that bear His shame
And now JESUS says, who are you?,br> I don't know your name

JESUS said, let the dead bury the dead
Their father is the father of this world
JESUS said, His Father is the Father of the living
And He is not the Father of this world
JESUS said, let the dead bury the dead
They have the father of this world
JESUS said, our Father is not of this world
And He cares for those not of this world


HE JUST DIDN'T GET IT
By Martha Miranda © 1993

We just don't get it, do we?
We just don't get it, do we?

We just don't get it, do we?
And why is that you think?
We just don't get it, do we?
JESUS said if we don't hear
We'll perish in the end
We just don't get it, do we?
We think we know it all,
And if we took the all we know
It couldn't buy us a snowball

There is a story in the Bible
About a man who was rich
He just didn't get it
And about a man who laid at his gate
The dogs licked the poor man's sores
He just didn't get it

The rich man died and the poor man too
And the rich man woke up in a burning hell
He just didn't get it, did he?
He just didn't get it
He just didn't get it, did he?
He just didn't get it

The rich man cried send someone to my house
And warn my family about this place (He just didn't get it)
Warn them to hear while they still have time
And JESUS said, No! They have to hear (He just didn't get it)
No! no! no! the rich man cried
Send someone to them from the dead
JESUS said, no, no, no, no, no
If they will not hear the prophets
They will not hear
JESUS said, no, no, no, no, no
If they will not hear the prophets
They will not hear
He just didn't get it
He just didn't get it
He just didn't get it
He just didn't get it
He just didn't get it

We just don't get it, do we?
And why is that you think? (We just do not get it)
JESUS said if we don't hear
We'll perish in the end (We just do not get it)
We think we know it all
And if we took the all we know
It couldn't buy us a snowball
He just didn't get it, did he?
He just didn't get it
He just didn't get it, did he?
He just didn't get it . . . . . . . . . . . . .


UNCHAIN THE MELODY
By Sonja Peterson and Martha Miranda © 1993

I hear a melody in my ears
I cannot understand its words
Unchain the melody
It disturbs my spirit
And makes my heart pound
Unchain the melody
Unlock its sounds

Unchain the melody
Reveal its mysteries
It sings in a language
I do not understand
Unseal its hidden treasure
Unveil its hidden sounds
Unchain the melody and
Loose the one who's bound

I hear a melody in my soul
It wakes me in the middle of the night
Unchain the melody
It will not cease its singing
Nor will it let me sleep
Unlock the melody
Unlock its sounds

Unchain the melody
Reveal its mysteries
It sings in a language
I do not understand
Unseal its hidden treasure
Unveil its hidden sounds
Unchain the melody and
Loose the one who's bound

Now I hear a melody
Now I hear the words
They tell about a Woman
Who is hidden in the WORD
She sings a melody
The womb unlocks its sounds
And then a newborn cries a cry
And spins my head around

Now I hear the melody
Now I hear its sounds
It sings in a language I understand
Now I hear the melody
Now I hear its sounds
Unchained is the melody and
Loosed is the one who was bound


HOW LONG IS IT NOW?
By Sonja Peterson and Martha Miranda © 1993

LORD, O, LORD, how long can you say
Will we have to wait, will we have to stay
Slumbering and sleeping
Waiting and watching
Listening for your call in the dead of the night?

LORD, O, LORD, how long won't you say
Must we try to stand, in this wicked land
In this evil hour
Fearing and praying
Hoping for your call in the darkness of despair?

We are crying night and day
Day and night we cry
We are praying night and day
Day and night we pray
We are weary, we are worn
We are tired, we are scorned
LORD, O, LORD how long is it now
Till we hear your cry, your knock on the door?

LORD, O, LORD we don't know how
We will make it through
We won't turn our hearts away
We won't harden our souls
We'll die if we must
Still waiting for your call in the dead of the night

We are crying night and day (We are crying night and day)
Day and night we cry (Day and night we cry)
We are praying night and day (We are praying night and day)
Day and night we pray (Day and night we pray)
We are weary, we are worn
We are tired, we are scorned
LORD, O, LORD how long is it now
Till we hear your cry, your knock on the door?

LORD, O, LORD how long, can you say?
Will we have to wait, will we have to stay
Slumbering and sleeping
Waiting and watching
Listening for your call in the dead of the night?


THERE ON THE RIVERBANK
By Sonja Peterson and Martha Miranda © 1993

Holy Father, heavenly peace
Lead me to the water
Lead me to the riverbank
And let me sit and rest
Alongside of your tree so full of every need and want
Let me drink from the stream
And pick the fruits of life
There on the riverbank

Holy Father heavenly peace
The world is beating me
Where else can I go
Except to your tree
Where can I find the strength
Where can I find the power
Where can I find a light in the darkness
Only there on the riverbank

There on the riverbank
There on the riverbank
Where the healing waters flow
Where the tree of life is planted
That is where I need to go

Holy Father lead me
To the riverbank
When I have lost my way
And burdens are so great
Lead me to your side and just let me
Sit and breathe of the blossoms
That bloom on your holy tree
There on the riverbank

There on the riverbank
There on the riverbank
Where the healing waters flow
Where the tree of life is planted
That is where I need to go

Holy Father heavenly peace
Lead me to the water
Lead me to the riverbank
And let me sit and rest
Alongside of your tree so full of every need and want
Let me drink from the stream
And pick the fruits of life
There on the riverbank

There on the riverbank
There on the riverbank
Where the healing waters flow
Where the tree of life is planted
That is where I need to go

From Cassette Tape I AM MY FATHER'S DAUGHTER (270)

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I
                      AM MY FATHER'S DAUGHTER