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THE SOUNDS OF MARTHA

Gospel Cassette # 225
THE SOUNDS OF MARTHA
The Book / I Just Can't Help It / All Alone / Tick-Tick-Tock / So Empty /Go Tend Your Garden / The Answer / Prepare Yourselves / Pain Makes The Flowers Grow /Round The Mountain


THE BOOK
By Martha Miranda © 1994

A man works hard
For his food and his drink
And it's all gone in a moment of time
A man sweats hard
For his house and his lands
But he never seems to have enough

And a man breaks his own heart
By the things that he does
And the hearts of others as well
And then says what have I done?
I don't deserve this at all

What you do to others
You do to yourself
It will all come back to you double
You do to yourself
It is written in the book
The only book! The book of love!
The book of truth! The book of GOD!
The book of Salvation!
Brother you'll reap just what you sow
And that's the truth
That's what it says in the book
And that's the truth

It's all written down
Every thought, word and deed
In a book cause it says so in the book
Everything a man says
Everything a man does
It's all written down in a book

And a man breaks his own heart
By the things that he does
And the hearts of others as well
And then says, what have I done?
I don't deserve this at all

What you do to others
You do to yourself
It will all come back to you double
You do to yourself
It is written in the book
The only book! The book of love!
The book of truth! The book of GOD!
The book of Salvation!
Brother you'll reap just what you sow
And that's the truth
That's what it says in the book
And that's the truth


I JUST CAN'T HELP IT
By Martha Miranda © 1994

Now you may think I'm just a little crazy
I've been called worse names than that
And you may think that I'm a little possessed
By a being from another planet
Now you may think I'm just plain dumb
And can't come in out of the rain
But let me tell you my bubble is level
And this lady didn't miss the train

I just can't help it
I love JESUS
I just can't help it
I'm out of control
I just can't help it
He's my everything
I'm addicted to Him
There's no substitute
O I just can't help it
I'm in love with Him
O I just can't help it
I'm in love with Him

Now you may think my mind has lost its marbles
And my elevator won't run to the top
And you may think that all of this JESUS stuff
Will just blow away someday and stop
They didn't stop that crazy man Noah
Who came in out of the rain
And let me tell you I am on the level
And my mind is perfectly sane

I just can't help it
I love JESUS
I just can't help it
I'm out of control
O I just can't help it
He's my everything
I'm addicted to Him
There's no substitute
O I just can't help it
I'm in love with Him
O I just can't help it
I'm in love with Him


ALL ALONE
By Martha Miranda © 1994

Where are all the promises of I love you
When the pain and the sorrows roll around?
Where are all the I'll never leave you
When the rains come pouring down?

JESUS walked a lonely mile all alone
JESUS prayed a lonely night all alone
JESUS died a lonely death all alone
If you and I were there
Would JESUS still have done
All those things all alone?

What makes them all leave you when troubles come your way
After saying I'm your friend. I'll always stay
Did you disappoint them or drive them all away
Were you not what they wanted you to be?

JESUS walked a lonely mile all alone
JESUS prayed a lonely night all alone
JESUS died a lonely death all alone
If you and I were there
Would JESUS still have done
All those things all alone?

JESUS walked a lonely mile all alone
JESUS prayed a lonely night all alone
JESUS died a lonely death all alone


TICK-TICK-TOCK
By Martha Miranda © 1994

Tick-tick-tock, hear the ticking of the clock
Ticking your life away
Tick-tick-tock
Tick-tick-tock, hear the beating of your heart
Ticking your life away
Tick-tick-tock, tick-tock
Ba-tum, tick-tock

Isn't it strange we want to do good
But always do bad instead?
Why don't we just take the time to change
Before the clock stops and we're all dead?

So many things left undone yesterday
You had the time but let it slip on by
Why don't you take the time to do it now
Before all your time says, bye-bye?

Now time has an end and so do we
So we need to get down on our knees and pray
And bow our rotten hearts and repent for our wrongs
For our hearts may have but seconds left today

Tick-tick-tock, hear the ticking of the clock
Ticking your life away
Tick-tick-tock
Tick-tick-tock, hear the beating of your heart
Ticking your life away
Tick-tick-tock, tick-tock
Ba-tum, tick-tock


SO EMPTY
By Martha Miranda © 1994

I asked you for so many things
You gave them all to me
And now they seem so worthless
And I still feel so empty
I asked you not to take away
The things that seemed so dear
And you did not and gave me more
Why do I still feel so empty, so empty

That place is mine and mine alone
That you've been trying so hard to fill
With worldly things and loving friends
To make your life worthwhile
If you will just let me fill it all
And be your everything
You won't be empty anymore
You'll see yourself in the image of Me
You won't be empty anymore
You'll see yourself in the image of Me
You won't be empty anymore . . . . . .


GO TEND YOUR GARDEN
By Martha Miranda © 1994

There are a lot of people just a hangin' around
With nothin' to do but look you up and down
They don't like the way you wear your hair or like your shoes
Tell 'em what you think. You've nothin' to lose

Go tend to your own garden, my friend
I'll pull my own weeds, thank you
Go tend to your own garden, my friend
I'll pull my own weeds, thank you

I've lived a lotta' years and made a lotta' mistakes
Broke a lotta' rotten eggs and burned a lotta' good steaks
And I don't need them a pushin' me down
I've had enough of that. I'm standin' my ground

Now I need friends like everybody else
And you need friends like everybody else
But we don't need the kind that helped our brother Job
Worthless they were. He told them so

Go tend to your own garden, my friend
I'll pull my own weeds, thank you
Go tend to your own garden, my friend
I'll pull my own weeds, thank you

Go tend your garden
Go tend your garden
Go tend your garden
And leave my garden alone


THE ANSWER
By Martha Miranda © 1994

Don't you think you owe the LORD an answer
Why do you do the things you do?
Don't you think you owe Him an explanation
Why you don't do what you ought to do?

An Angel is coming just to get you
An Angel is coming and He'll take you by the hand
Up to the man, and He'll ask you some questions
Why should I now let you in?
When you died, were you in sin?
When the Angel came for you
Did you know His name?
Tell me now, what is your answer?

Don't you think you need to know the answer
Where do you want to spend eternity?
Don't you think you need an explanation?
In JESUS you can find your destiny

An Angel is coming just to get you
An Angel is coming and He'll take you by the hand
Up to the man, and He'll ask you some questions
Why should I now let you in?
When you died, were you in sin?
When the Angel came for you
Did you know His name?
Tell me now, what is your answer?


PREPARE YOURSELVES
By Martha Miranda © 1994

I came not seeking fortune
I came not seeking fame
In truth I left it all behind
To bear my people's shame
I had not even a pillow
To lay beneath my head
But what are you doin' my people?
What are you doin' instead?

You're buyin' lands and houses
And every foolish thing
Don't you know my people
Nothing in your hands you'll bring
Except your soul, except your soul
Prepare yourselves, my people
I am coming soon

I came not seeking friendship
I came not seeking love
In truth I was despised by men
Rejected and crucified
I had not even one person
To say O yes, He is mine
But don't you know, my people
Don't you know, you're just as blind

You're buying cars and diamonds
And every foolish thing
Don't you know, my people
Nothing in your hands you'll bring
Except your soul, except your soul
Prepare yourselves, my people
I am coming soon

You offer me pennies and nickels
And every foolish thing
Don't you know, my people
Nothing in your hands you'll bring
Except your soul, except your soul
Prepare yourselves, my people
I am coming soon


PAIN MAKES THE FLOWERS GROW
By Martha Miranda © 1994

We don't seem to understand
How much we need the rain
We don't seem to see
The blossoms of pain
For everything that grows
Needs water to survive
What rain is to the flowers
Tears are to the soul
It's that special kind of rain
That makes the flowers grow

Pain makes the flowers grow
Pain makes the flowers grow
It's that special kind of rain
That makes the flowers grow

Tears are falling rain
To a growing soul
Tears bring blossoms
On the budding vine
Sorrow, death and pain
Are the tears that water life
And plant each living soul in the garden
In that special rain of GOD
That makes the flowers grow

Pain makes the flowers grow
Pain makes the flowers grow
It's that special kind of rain
That makes the flowers grow
That special rain of GOD
That makes the flowers grow


ROUND THE MOUNTAIN
By Martha Miranda © 1994

Round and round the mountain
Round and round the mountain
Round and round the mountain
Round and round the mountain
Round the mountain

The Hebrew children
Didn't know about GOD
Until Moses lifted up the rod
And parted that old sea
And GOD gave Moses ten commandments
But those Hebrew children wouldn't do them
How they hated those ten commandments
So GOD said, This is what you're gonna' do

Go around and round the mountain
Till you learn to keep my WORD
Till you learn to walk it
Till you learn to talk it
Till you learn to do it
Go around and round the mountain
Round and round the mountain
Till you get it right

Round and round the mountain
Round and round the mountain
Round and round the mountain
Round and round the mountain
Round the mountain

We are just like children
Don't know about GOD
Even though He lifted up
A mighty rod on a bloody hill
And GOD gave JESUS two commandments
But we just won't do them
O how we hate those two commandments
To love and forgive every man

Now we'll go round and round the mountain
Till we learn to keep His WORD
Till we learn to walk it
Till we learn to talk it
Till we learn to do it
We'll go round and round the mountain
Round the mountain
Till we get it right

Go around and round the mountain
Till you learn to keep my WORD
Till you learn to walk it
Till you learn to talk it
Till you learn to do it
Go around and round the mountain
Round and round the mountain
Go around and round the mountain
Round and round the mountain
Go around and round the mountain
Round and round the mountain
Till you get it right
Till you get it right
Till you get it right, get it right, get it right . . . . .


From Cassette Tape THE SOUNDS OF MARTHA (SM 225)

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THE SOUNDS OF MARTHA