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THE CRY OF A CHILD

THE CRY OF A CHILD

Gospel Cassette # 253
THE CRY OF A CHILD
The Cry Of A Child / God Is Your Obsession / Haven Of Rest / I Didn't Do It / I Want To Be A Jewel / A Woman's Touch / Come Father Come / Talkin' To The Living / The Weaver / The Untouchables


THE CRY OF A CHILD
By Martha Miranda © 1994

I looked for you in the silence of my tears
And there I found only darkness
I looked for you in the silence of my heart
And there I heard not a whisper
I looked for you in the morning light
And I found only rain
And then I heard the cry of a child
Born in Bethlehem

I looked for you in the pages of the book
And there I found many promises
I looked for you in the prophets of the WORD
And there I found many more promises
Where is the CHRIST Child hiding?
We have seen His star
When is the CHRIST Child coming
To wipe away our tears? I listen for you in the living WORD
And I hear, Behold I come
I listen for you in the blowing of the wind
And I hear, Behold I come
Then I hear the cry of a Child
Born in new Jerusalem
Then I hear the cry of a Child
Born in new Jerusalem When is the CHRIST Child coming?
We have seen His star
When is the CHRIST Child coming
To wipe away our tears?
Now I hear the cry of a Child
Being born in new Jerusalem
Being born, being born in new Jerusalem
Being born, being born in new Jerusalem . . . . . . . .


GOD IS YOUR OBSESSION
By Martha Miranda © 1994

You might as well accept it
When you love GOD you will be rejected
You might as well adjust
When you follow you'll leave a lot behind
To gain your life you'll lose it
You might as well accept it
To gain your life you'll lose it
You might as well adjust
You might as well get on with it
To gain your life you will have to lose it

Hated for the Testimony
GOD is your obsession
Rejected for the Testimony
GOD is your obsession
Forsaken for the Testimony
GOD is your obsession
To gain your life you'll lose it
You might as well accept it
To gain your life you'll lose it
You might as well accept it The cross of self-denial is not easy
You might as well adjust
It is hard to fight the fight
To gain freedom
To gain your life you'll lose it
You might as well accept it
To gain your life you'll lose it
You might as well adjust
You might as well get on with it
To gain your life you will have to lose it Hated for the Testimony
GOD is your obsession
Rejected for the Testimony
GOD is your obsession
Forsaken for the Testimony
GOD is your obsession
To gain your life you'll lose it
You might as well accept it
To gain your life you'll lose it


HAVEN OF REST
By Martha Miranda © 1970

A haven of rest
A haven of rest
GOD grant me a haven of rest
Pain and sorrow follow me
GOD grant me a haven of rest

A place where the birds will give me corn
A place where the waters run pure
A place where no evil thing can close me in
GOD give me rest for my soul And then the words of David
Run like a crystal sea
Bringing peace to my weary soul
Surely goodness and mercy will follow me
And I will dwell in His house, forever A place where the birds will give me corn
A place where the waters run pure
A place where no evil thing can close me in
GOD give me rest for my soul And then the words of David
Run like a crystal sea
Bringing peace to my weary soul
Surely goodness and mercy will follow me
And I will dwell in His house, forever
I will dwell in His house, forever


I DIDN'T DO IT
By Martha Miranda © 1994

We used to play a game when we were children
I'm gonna' tell on you
We'd get our own way and win by many briberies
By, I'm gonna' tell on you
I won't tell on you
If you don't tell on me
We'd swear to our dying day
But when I saw the switch in Mama's hand
And the fire in her eyes
I would always spill the beans

I didn't do it, Mom
Why? Did you see me?
I didn't do it, I swear
I didn't do it, Mom
And that's the truth
He did it Mom! He did it!
But not me, not me, not me, Mom People aren't afraid anymore of lying
On the Bible they swear the truth
To tell the truth, the whole truth
And nothing but the truth
And then they stand up and tell their lies
I won't tell on you
If you don't tell on me
We'll swear to our dying day
But when they see the bars of the prison
And the sword of the judge
They all shake and bake in the fire
And spill the beans (Recitation)
Now people lie to people
People lie to judges
Men lie to women
And women lie to men
People lie to enemies
And people lie to their friends
Children lie to parents
And parents lie to them
But there is an end coming
There is an end, my friend
GOD's got a big stick
A heavy gavel in His hand
GOD's got a rod of iron
The WORD OF GOD, heavy in His hand I didn't do it, Judge
Why? Did you see me?
I didn't do it, I swear
I didn't do it, Judge
And that's the truth
He did it Judge! He did it!
I didn't do it, didn't do it I didn't do it, GOD
Why? Did you see me?
I didn't do it, I swear
I didn't do it, GOD
And that's the truth
He did it, GOD, He did it
But not me That's not the truth
I did it! I did it! I did it!
GOD, have mercy on me
I did it! I did it! I did it!
GOD, have mercy on me


I WANT TO BE A JEWEL
By Martha Miranda © 1974

So many times I want to run away and hide
In a cave somewhere
So many times I want to lay my burdens down
They seem so heavy to bear
I'm just like a little lost lamb
Looking for a shelter in a storm
I'm a prisoner of hope
Just a prisoner of hope
That someday I might be

A jewel (a jewel) for JESUS (for JESUS)
I want to be a jewel (a jewel) for JESUS (for JESUS)
Maybe a pearl or a ruby
Or a diamond, maybe
On the gate or upon the wall
Of that great heavenly city
A jewel (a jewel) a jewel (a jewel)
I want to be a jewel (a jewel) for JESUS (for JESUS)
I want to be a jewel (a jewel) So many lonely nights I cry myself to sleep
Longing to go home
Dreading the dawning of another weary day
And walking it all alone
I'm just like a little lost sheep
Looking for a shepherd in the night
I'm a prisoner of hope
Just a prisoner of hope
That someday I might see A jewel (a jewel) called JESUS (called JESUS)
They crucified a jewel (a jewel)
Called JESUS (called JESUS)
They nailed a pearl to the tree
And shed the blood of a ruby
They crucified a jewel
The diamond of GOD
The jewel (a jewel) called JESUS (called JESUS)
I want to see the jewel (a jewel)
Called JESUS (called JESUS)
I want to see the jewel (a jewel) A jewel (a jewel) for JESUS (for JESUS)
I want to be a jewel (a jewel) for JESUS (for JESUS)
-I want to be a jewel (a jewel)
A jewel (a jewel)
A jewel (a jewel) . . . . . . . . . . . . . .


A WOMAN'S TOUCH
By Sonja Peterson & Martha Miranda © 1994

You know in the beginning our mother Eve
Had a lot of problems with unbelief
She disobeyed the WORD of GOD
And so she fell
And took ole' Adam with her
All of us as well

A woman's touch
A woman's touch
I see it in the Bible a woman's touch
A woman's touch
A woman's touch
It's plain as plain can be
That there's a woman's touch So then the Father cursed the earth
But gave us hope
A woman's seed would bruise the head
Of our great foe
And then along came Mary
And she bore GOD’s Son
Fulfilled the WORD of GOD
And put the devil on the run A woman's touch
A woman's touch
I see it in the Bible a woman's touch
A woman's touch
A woman's touch
It's plain as plain can be
That there's a woman's touch I see another woman
In Revelation
Appearing in the heavens
Making a sensation
Bringing forth a Manchild
In the power of a name
To bring His Father's Kingdom
And His glory to proclaim A woman's touch
A woman's touch
I see it in the Bible a woman's touch
A woman's touch
A woman's touch
It's plain as plain can be
That there's a woman's touch A woman's touch
A woman's touch
A woman's touch
A woman's touch
There's a woman to touch
There's a woman to touch
There's a woman to touch A woman's touch
A woman's touch
I see it in the Bible there's a woman to touch
A woman's touch
A woman's touch
It's plain as plain can be
That there's a woman's to touch
A woman to touch
A woman to touch
I see it in the Bible there's a woman to touch
A woman to touch
A woman to touch
It's plain as plain can be
That there's a woman to touch A woman, a woman
There's a woman to touch
A woman, a woman
There's a woman to touch . . . . . . . . . . .


COME, FATHER COME
By Caryn Evans & Martha Miranda © 1994

Come, Father, come
Come, Father, come

There's a cry that ascends to the heavens
Come, holy JESUS, come
While the earth spins around, demanding more evil
Than the devil himself can imagine There are cries coming from every nation
Come, LORD JESUS, come
People walk around with their heads in the clouds
Not knowing that time is all gone Father, come, Shallum, come
Is there healing for the blood of Golgotha?
Can we as flesh and blood heal the broken heart of GOD?
Come, Father Shallum, come There's a cry of the dead who are living
A cry of the living seeds of CHRIST
Come, holy Father, heal your sorrow in our love
The undefiled are your waiting Bride Father, come, Shallum, come
Is there healing for the blood of Golgotha?
Can we as flesh and blood heal the broken heart of GOD?
Come, Father Shallum, come Come, Father Shallum
Come, Father, come
Come, Father Shallum
Come, Father, come
Come, Father Shallum
Come, Father, come There's a cry of the dead who are living
And a cry of the living seeds of CHRIST
Come, holy Father, heal your sorrow in our love
The undefiled are your waiting Bride
Come, Father, come, Father
Come, Father, come
Come, Father, come, Father
Come, Father, come . . . . . . . . . . .


TALKIN' TO THE LIVING
By Martha Miranda © 1994

All the devils follow everyone
From cradles to the graves
They know everything about everybody
So they can chatter in your ear
Saying we're your loved ones dear
Calling to you from the other side

Now, King David says that we all go
Where all the dead ones go
But the dead don't come back to us again
So if you're hearing voices
It's not your dear aunt Gracie, so fair
It's just devils who are talkin' in your ears JESUS is the only One
JESUS is the living One
JESUS is the only living ONE
JESUS is the only One
JESUS is the living One
JESUS is the resurrection On a final day
Every man will rise and speak
But for now they wait in far off distant places
If they could yell across the sky
They'd tell all men prepare to die
Because it sets a judgment for all time Now, King JESUS says that we all go
Where all the dead ones go
But the dead don't come back to us again
So if you're hearing voices
It's not your dear uncle Harry
It's just devils who are talkin' in your ears JESUS is the only One
JESUS is the living One
JESUS is the only living ONE
JESUS is the only One
JESUS is the living One
JESUS is the resurrection JESUS is the only One
JESUS is the living One
JESUS is the only living ONE
JESUS is the only One
JESUS is the living One
JESUS is the resurrection


THE WEAVER
By Cathy Evans & Martha Miranda © 1994

Weaver of gold
Weaver of silver
Weaver of pureness, like a running river
For the gold is pure and tried by fire
And the silver is melted into desire
For the coming Child
For the coming Child
For the coming Child

O, weaver, weave me unto thee
That I may walk closer to thee
O, weaver, weave me your own heart
One that only loves
O, one that only loves
O, one that only loves Weaver of love
Weaver of forgiveness
Weaver of hope when the hot fire singes
For the love is bottomless like an ocean
And forgiveness is stretched into new clothing
To wear before the King
To wear before the King
To wear before the King O, weaver, weave me unto thee
That I may walk closer to thee
O, weaver, weave me your own heart
One that only loves
O, one that only loves
O, one that only loves Weaver of power
Weaver of promise
Weaver of truth when the sword is on us
For the power is living in all your freedom
And the promise is our hidden shield of strength
When comes the King
When comes the King
When comes the King O, weaver, weave me unto thee
That I may walk closer to thee
O, weaver, weave me your own heart
One that only loves
O, one that only loves
O, one that only loves So quietly the hands do move
Like silent winds that gently soothe
So carefully they brush away
The tears of every day O, weaver, weave me unto thee
That I may walk closer to thee
O, weaver, weave me your own heart
One that only loves
O, one that only loves
O, one that only loves


THE UNTOUCHABLES
By Martha Miranda ©

Untouchables, untouchable ones
Untouchables, untouchable ones
Untouchables, untouchable ones
We are GOD’S untouchable ones
Nothing can pluck us out of our Father's hand
We are GOD’S untouchable ones
Not one single sparrow falls out of His hand

Untouchables, untouchable ones
Untouchables, untouchable ones
Untouchables, untouchable ones
We are GOD’S untouchable ones
Not a single hair will perish from our heads
We are GOD’S untouchable ones
Though men will slay us, we shall rise again Untouchables, untouchable ones
Untouchables, untouchable ones
Untouchables, untouchable ones
JESUS was GOD’S untouchable One
Woe unto those who touched Him
Who hurt Him
We are GOD’S untouchable ones
Woe unto those who touch us
Who hurt us
Who wound us
Who take away our lives Untouchables, untouchable ones
Untouchables, untouchable ones
Untouchables, untouchable ones
Untouchables, untouchable ones . . . . . . . . .

From Cassette Tape THE CRY OF A CHILD (SM 253)

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THE CRY OF A CHILD