Gospel Cassette # 275
HE IS DESCENDING
Times Have  Changed / Were you Lonely / He Is Descending / Hush Now Baby / Are You Guilty /  Little Children Come / A Faithful Dream / The Green Green Grass / There Will  Always Be Mama / The Virgin Widow / Why Shouldn't I / It's A Hard Life /  Heavenly Winds Blow

WERE YOU LONELY?
By Martha Miranda © 1995

Jesus were you  lonely
It seems you must have been so
And yet the glory of your  Father
Was all around you I know
Yet tested as I and tempted as I
You  must have suffered as a man
With the lonely hours and long lonely  nights
Unbearable sometimes just like I

Lord were you lonely
And  what then did you do
To fill the hours and fill the days
With your Father  and just you
Tested as I and tempted as I
What did you do in those  times
Tell me that I might make it through
The unbearable times when they  come

I was lonely for the souls of men
I suffered as no man could  ever know
For my Father's love as full as it was
Did not replace that  which could never be
My heart was not set on my loneliness
My heart was  not set upon the world
My heart was not set upon the carnal things
That  men think it important here below

My heart was set on my holiness
That  would cleanse the earth from sin
If you set your heart on what I set mine  on
You will make it to the end
My heart was set on you
Set your heart  on me
I went before you but I will wait for you
You will, you will make  it, you will make it through
You will, you will make it, you will make it  through
You will, you will make it, you will make it through
You will, you  will make it, you will make it through
You will make it, you will make it  through
You will make it, you will make it through
You will make it,  you  will make it through . . . . . . . . . .


HE IS DESCENDING
Martha Miranda © Dec. 1994

Heaven is calling its powers
To shake the souls of  men
Heaven is sending its powers
Lightnings, wind and falling fire
GOD  is sending the power
To judge the living and the dead
It's time to  repent

He is descending down in a mighty cloud of power
He is  descending down with a mighty angel band
He is descending down with a  vengeance in His mind
With a power on His right and a power on His  left
And a sword of blood in His hand!

Angels are calling His  children
From the depths of the sea
Angels are gathering His children
From every field of wheat
Angels are tying into bundles
The wicked to  be burned
Forever in the lake of fire

He is descending down in a  mighty cloud of power
He is descending down with a mighty angel band
He  is descending down with a vengeance in His mind
With a power on His right and  a power on His left
And a sword of blood in His hand!

He is descending  down in a mighty cloud of power
He is descending down with a mighty angel  band
He is descending down with salvation in His mind  
With a power on  His right and a power on His left
And the Kingdom of GOD in His hand!


HUSH NOW, BABY
By Martha Miranda © Dec. 1994

Hush now, don't you cry
Heaven's gonna' sing you a lullaby
Hush now, don't you cry
Heaven's gonna' sing you a lullaby

Hush now baby, don't you cry
Mother's gonna' sing you a lullaby
Hush now baby, don't you  cry
Mother's gonna' sing you a lullaby
Hush now baby, don't you cry
Hush now baby, don't you cry

Hush now baby, don't you cry
Father's gonna' sing you a lullaby 
Hush now baby, don't you cry
Father's gonna' sing you a lullaby
Hush now baby, don't you cry 
Hush  now baby, don't you cry  

Hush now baby, don't you cry
Heaven's gonna'  sing you a lullaby
Hush now baby, don't you cry
Heaven's gonna' sing you  a lullaby
Hush now baby, don't you cry
Hush now baby, don't you cry

The Angels are singing a lullaby 
The prophets are singing a  lullaby
All heaven is singing a lullaby
Revelation is singing a lullaby

Hush now, don't you cry
Mother's gonna' sing you a lullaby
Hush  now, don't you cry
Mother's gonna' sing you a lullaby
Hush now, don't you  cry
Father's gonna' sing you a lullaby
Hush now, don't you  cry
Father's gonna' sing you a lullaby 
Hush now baby, don't you cry
Hush now baby, don't you cry

The Angels are singing a lullaby
The  prophets are singing a lullaby
All heaven is singing a lullaby
Revelation is singing a lullaby

Hush now, don't you cry
Heaven  is singing a lullaby
Hush now, don't you cry  
Heaven is singing a  lullaby


ARE YOU GUILTY?
By Martha Miranda © Dec. 1994

Are you guilty of the blood  of your child
Have you taught him to go the second mile
Have you taught  him to pray
Are you guilty of the blood of your child
Have you taught him  to pray
Thy will be always done LORD

Are you guilty of the blood of  your child
Have you taught him to love his enemies
Have you taught him to  love those that even do him wrong
Have you led him to the river of  life
Are you guilty

Are you guilty of the blood of your child
Have  you taught him the pathway of life
That waters his soul with peace
Are you  guilty of the blood of your child
Have you taught him the pathway of  death
Have you taught him to lie
Have you taught him to steal

Are  you guilty of the blood of your child
Have you taught him to do wrong or  right
Have you taught him to fight
Have you taught him to cheat
Have  you taught him that sin is all right
Have you led him to the river of  life
Are you guilty

Our Father, which art in heaven
Hallowed is thy  holy name, thy holy name
Thy Kingdom come and thy will be done
In me as it  was done in thy Son JESUS
Give me this day my daily bread
And forgive me  my sins as I forgive
Lead me not astray
But lead me day by day
To the  great flowing river of life
Lead me to the river of life!

Are you  guilty of the blood of your child
Have you taught him to love his  enemies
Have you taught him to love those that even do him wrong
Have you  led him to the river of life
Are you guilty


LITTLE CHILDREN  COME
By Martha Miranda © 1995

Holy wings touch down
Little children come
Touch the  holy wings of angels
For the wings have come down
And great is the  power
Stored up for the little ones

Little children follow
Little  children come
Suffer the little children to hear
For great is the love
And great is the power
Stored up for the little ones

Little  children singing, little children laughing
Little children running, little  children dancing
Little children shouting glory to the highest
Little  children know Him with healing in His wings

Bring the little  children
All the dying children
Bring the little children to the  wings
For great is the love
And great is the power
Stored up for the  little ones

Little children love Him
Little children want  Him
Suffer the little children to come
For great is the love
They have  for the Manchild
Great is His love for them

Little children singing,  little children laughing
Little children running, little children  dancing
Little children shouting glory to the highest
Little children know  Him with healing in His wings

Holy wings touch down
Little children  come
Touch the holy wings of angels
For the wings have come down
And  great is the power
Stored up for the little ones

Little children  singing, little children laughing
Little children running, little children  dancing
Little children shouting glory to the highest
Little children know  Him with healing in His wings . . . . . . . .


A FAITHFUL DREAM
By Martha Miranda © Dec. 1994

All I see, I see in me
Is earthly pain and earthly  things
All is well yet in my soul
Burns a faithful dream
I dreamed a  dream of a coming Child
When I was one myself
And then I saw it in the  WORD
There is a Child to come
The earthly things and earthly pains
Are leaving one by one
Because I dreamed a faithful dream
Of a  coming Child

A faithful dream, a faithful dream
Like the prophets of  old
Came to me and burned in me
A memory that I hold
Like bands of  steel around my soul
Night and day it holds
Because I dreamed a faithful  dream
Of a coming Child

The earthly things and earthly pains
Are  leaving one by one
Because I dreamed a faithful dream
Of a coming Child
A faithful dream, a faithful dream
GOD gives us faithful dreams
A  faithful dream, a faithful dream
OF A COMING CHILD!


THE GREEN,  GREEN GRASS
By Martha Miranda © Dec. 1994

Now I lay me down to  sleep
My Papa's in the green, green grass
That withers and dies and is  cast away
Life seems to be like that
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray  the LORD his soul to keep
Though in the grass, so green and true
Life must  also be like that

Not like the grass that dies
My Papa's in the green,  green grass
He will rise again to stand on the green grass
Life is also  like that
As I laid him down to sleep
I prayed the LORD his soul to  keep
I prayed it for myself
When the green grass covers me

The  green, green grass like a blanket true
Covers the sleepers that  sleep
Underneath her dew
Like a covering of peace
The green, green  grass like a blanket true
So green and full of life
Sheltering neath her  flowing hills
The living dead that sleep

Not like the grass that  dies
My Papa's in the green, green grass
He will rise again to stand on  the green grass
Life is also like that
Now I lay me down to sleep
I  pray the LORD my soul to keep
Though I be dead, I am awake
Neath the  green, green grass


THERE WILL ALWAYS BE MAMA
By Martha Miranda © Dec. 1994

Of course  there will always be
Every year a spring
And of course there will always  be
The sunshine and the rain
And of course there will always  be
Forgiveness of our sin
And in my heart and memory
There will always  be Mama

Of course there will always be
The snow in winter time
And  of course there will always be
Flowers in the spring
And of course there  will always be
Music sounding in the air
And like all these eternal  things
There will always be Mama

Of course there will always be  Mama
Because I need to tell her I love her then
There always has to be an  eternity for me
It will take that long to make it all up to  her

Because there has always been
Tears down her loving face
And of  course there has always been
The heartbreaks and the pain
And of course  there will always be
Her forgiving love for me
Because of what she has  made of me
I owe her everything

Of course there will always be
The  snow in winter time
And of course there will always be
Flowers in the  spring
And of course there will always be
Music sounding in the air
And  like all these eternal things
There will always be Mama


THE VIRGIN WIDOW
By Martha Miranda © Dec. 1994

O holy WORD, from the beginning  of time
Slain by sin in the garden of Eden
Holy in the beginning
Holy in the ending
O virgin widow
Sing us your song!

O holy SCRIPTURES, so despised by men
In the beginning and in the end
The  WORD is a Virgin
The WORD is a widow
O virgin widow
Sing us your  song!

Sing us your song, O holy virgin
Sing us your song, O holy  womb
Sing us your song, O widow divine
Sing us your song, O holy WORD

O holy SCRIPTURES, I see a woman
Full with child, travailing in  birth
Holy is the WORD
Holy is her CHILD
O virgin widow
Sing us  your song!

Sing us your song, O holy virgin
Sing us your song, O holy  womb
Sing us your song, O widow divine
Sing us your song, O holy WORD

Sing us your song, O holy virgin
Sing us your song, O holy  womb
Sing us your song, O widow divine
Sing us your song, O holy WORD . .  . . . . . . . . .


WHY SHOULDN'T I?
By Sonja Peterson & Martha  Miranda © 1995

When I  decided to follow the LORD
Somehow it seemed to just open up the door
For  loved ones that once were quite happy with me
Suddenly turned and said this  cannot be

I know I've found the pearl of great price
I've purchased  the field and I've given my life
Yet it seems I can measure the truth I have  found
By the enemies that come against my gaining that ground

Why  shouldn't I follow Jesus
Why can't I follow Jesus
He is the way
Why do  they say
His way's too hard
His path is too steep
The mountains too  high
And the rivers too deep

Why should'nt I love Him
He died for  me
Why can't I love Him
He set me free
Only in Jesus I have found  eternal life
I'm free from all sin and I'm free from all strife

Why do  my loved ones try to turn me aside
From following Jesus
Can you tell me  why
Friends I once knew
Turned away and throw stones
And loved ones  forsook me
And left me all alone

Why shouldn't I follow Jesus
Why  can't I follow Jesus
He is the way
Why do they say
His way's too hard
His path is too steep
The mountains too high
And the rivers too  deep

One day the Jesus I know will appear
He'll clothe me in  white
He'll wipe away every tear
And one day the one that I follow will  show
The world how He loves me
And all men will know

Why shouldn't  I follow Jesus
Why can't I follow Jesus
He is the way
Why do they  say
His way's too hard
His path is too steep
The mountains too high
And the rivers too deep
Why should't I follow Jesus
Why shouldn't I  follow Jesus


IT'S A HARD LIFE
By Martha Miranda © Dec.  1994

It's a hard,  hard life
But a good, good forever
The grass is greener on the other  side
The sky is bluer no rain in sight
And flowers bloom both day and  night
It's a hard, hard life but a good forever

It's a hard, hard life
Working from morning till night
Always so tired no rest in sight
It's  a hard, hard life all right

It's a hard, hard life
Paying the bills,  always short in dollars
Never have enough to make it till payday
It's a  hard, hard life all right

It's a hard, hard life
Never a light in  the darkness
I hope for it, and I look for it
And find only cares of life
It's a hard, hard life all right

It's a hard, hard life
The miles get longer and longer
Tears like rain don't stop the pain
My  flesh is weak my mind is worn
It's a hard, hard life all right

It's  a hard, hard life
But a good, good forever
The grass is greener on the  other side
The sky is bluer no rain in sight
And flowers bloom both  day and night
It's a hard, hard life
But a good, good, good, good, good,  forever


HEAVENLY WINDS
By Martha Miranda © Dec. 1994

Heavenly winds blow on  me
Open up my mind to see
Little feet and little hands
Reaching down to  me
Heavenly winds blow on me
Open up my heart to see
All the dying lost  without thee
Heavenly winds blow on me

Blow on me! Blow on  me!
Heavenly winds blow on me
Fill me, purify me, set me free
From the  earth and all that is here
Heavenly winds blow
Heavenly winds  blow

Heavenly winds blow on me
Open up my soul to see
All the works  that I must be
Working when you come
Heavenly winds blow on me
Cut the  world and flesh away
Fill me, use me, empower me
To raise the dead, and  make the blind to see

Blow on me! Blow on me!
Heavenly winds blow on  me

From Cassette Tape HE IS DESCENDING (SM 275)

Copyright 2001 © - All Right Reserved 2001 ®

TIMES HAVE CHANGED
© Words & Music By Martha Miranda

When we were children so long ago
Things were different. Life was slow
We walked to school, played in the grass
Tended to a garden and things like that
We learned to cook and clean and sew
We learned to buy the groceries
And not from the freezers like they do it now
Pop it in the oven a minute in the microwave

I want to go back to the good old days
I want to go back in time
I want to go back to the camp meeting grounds
Where salvation was found
Didn't cost a dime
I want to go back to a little brown house
Sitting on a hill on the corner
And find the little girl that once lived there
Now she's gone. I can't find her

When we were children so long ago
Wasn't afraid to walk to the store
Went to church at night
Rode the bus across town
Walked in the rain
When it came pouring down
We didn't lock the doors
With no thieves around
We didn't tremble in our beds
When night came falling down
We still played outside the house
With the stars up above
Playing hide and seek
Till we heard Mama call

I want to go back to the good old days
I want to go back in time
I want to go back to the camp meeting grounds
Where salvation was found
Didn't cost a dime
I want to go back to a little brown house
Sitting on a hill on the corner
And find the little girl that once lived there
Now she's gone. I can't find her

Times have changed as the world turns
Things are not the same as the world turns
The little girl's changed as the world turns
Maybe I will find her as the world turns
Times have changed

From Cassette Tape HE IS DESCENDING (SM275)

Copyright 2001 © - All Right Reserved 2001 ®