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THE SILVER PEARL

Gospel Cassette # 267
THE SILVER PEARL
It's Supper Time / Drip, Drip, Drip / Underneath Our Feet / I Will Sing Forever / I Am Going To Run / Judas, Lousy, Judas / The Silver Pearl / Shake The Dust / Crying In The Wind / Voices Of Light / Fly Angel Fly / He Fig, She Fig / Something Is Wrong / Stork, Where Are Your Wings / The Fat Lady Is Singing


IT'S SUPPER TIME
By Martha Miranda © 1995

Listen, listen, listen
Angels now are coming
Silently do they come
In the night descending
Gathering all the children
Hiding them in places
Keep them from judgment
Sealing all the faces

Listen, listen, listen
Angels now are singing
Reaching into hungry hearts
Feeding hungry children
Giving up the Bread of Life
Sowing seeds of truth
That the harvest might be ready
When the CHILD appears

Listen, listen, don't you hear
All the angels singing
Listen, listen, you can hear
Holy bells are ringing
Supper time, it's supper time
Come and eat and drink
Drink the water. Eat the manna
Come and meet the ending

Listen, listen, listen
Hear what they are saying
They are bringing down the water
From our Father's river
Pure and holy water now
Pure and holy bread to eat
Pure and holy Tree of Life
From the angelís hand

Listen, listen, listen
All the angels singing
Listen, listen, you can hear
Holy bells are ringing
Supper time, it's supper time
Come and eat and drink
Drink the water. Eat the manna
Come and meet the ending


DRIP, DRIP, DRIP
By Martha Miranda © 1995

Drip, drip, drip of raindrops
From a golden cloud
Dripping on the daughters of GOD
Hidden in His crown
Hidden in Golgotha's blood
Down His side it poured
Hidden in the earth, but now
Utters forth her sounds

Unless your women prophesy
Unless they sing their songs
Unless they are allowed to speak
No figs upon the Tree
Unless the leaven of the bread
Is sent to all the earth
No Manchild shall descend to men
Salvation yet is bound

In the WORD, in the WORD
It is written down
A Woman shall bring forth a CHILD
And all of earth bow down
In the WORD, in the WORD
It is written down
A Woman shall bring forth Her seeds
Hidden in the ground

Drip, drip, drip of voices
Like annoying rain
Dripping on the sons of men
From a bloody crown
Down the side of JESUS
Hidden in the ground
A pearl, a coin, a hidden bread
In the Woman's sound

Unless your women prophesy
Unless they sing their songs
Unless they are allowed to speak
No figs upon the Tree
Unless the leaven of the bread
Is sent to all the earth
No Manchild shall descend to men
Salvation yet is bound

Drip, drip, drip of raindrops
From a golden cloud
Dripping on the daughters of GOD
Hidden in His crown
Hidden in Golgotha's blood
Down His side it poured
Hidden in the earth, but now
Utters forth her sounds
A pearl, a coin, a hidden bread
In the Woman's sound
A pearl, a coin, a hidden bread
In the Woman's sound
A pearl, a coin, a hidden bread
In the Woman's sound


UNDERNEATH OUR FEET
By Martha Miranda © 1995

Underneath our feet
Hidden in the ground
Underneath our very feet
Lies a hidden sound
A pearl is found, a treasure found
Hidden in the field
A tree is found and springs forth leaves
Underneath our feet

Underneath our feet
Hidden in the WORD
Underneath our very feet
Lies a hidden Woman
With the bread of life and leaven sure
Hidden in the Kingdom
A holy CHILD, Bread of Life
Underneath our feet

Standing on the WORD
Underneath our feet
Standing on the WORD
Rising up underneath
Coming from the field
Blooming neath our feet
Are the seeds of Testimony
Underneath our feet

JESUS came and He did sow
Underneath our feet
A hidden coin that we might find
Salvation made complete
A hidden Bread and Manna
A treasure hidden in the earth
We found it, yes, we found it
Underneath our feet

Standing on the WORD
Underneath our feet
Standing on the WORD
Rising up underneath
Coming from the field
Blooming neath our feet
Are the seeds of Testimony
Underneath our feet


I WILL SING FOREVER
By Martha Miranda © 1995

I will sing forever
A sweet name I will sing
Hidden in the written WORD
A new name written there
Hidden to the eyes of men

A lie, a grand delusion
That they will not be ready
The hour of great confusion
The valley of decision
But I shall sing forever

Hosanna to the Bread of Life
Hosanna to the CHILD
Hosanna to the coming Heir
Hosanna to Him sing

I will sing forever
The glories written down
Revealed to us but women
On this earth below
We are but nothing to the eyes of men

Yet we shall sing forever
Of his written WORD
A pearl, a hidden treasure
A silver coin found
We shall sing forever

Hosanna to the Bread of Life
Hosanna to the CHILD
Hosanna to the coming Heir
Hosanna to Him sing


I AM GOING TO RUN
By Martha Miranda © 1995

I don't care what you say
I am going to run
I am going to head for higher ground
I don't care what you think
I am going to flee
From the cares of this old world
I have found the tree

I have found the tree
In the WORD of GOD
I have found the tree
I have found the fig
I don't care what men say
I am going to run
It is time to run
And I am going to run
Out to meet the Son
Out to meet the Son

It is time to run
And I am going to run
The floods are coming, judgment's coming
Get up on higher ground
I don't care what you think
Or who you think you know
It's over. It's all over
The tree is starting to bloom

Men say look at me
I have gained the world
By tithes and faith just follow me
I come in the name of CHRIST
O I remember JESUS said
The devil tempted Him
If you just serve me he did say
The whole wide world I'll give

I have found the tree
In the WORD of GOD
I have found the tree
I have found the fig
I don't care what men say
I am going to run
It is time to run
And I am going to run
Out to meet the Son
Out to meet the Son
I am going to run
I am going to run
I am going to run


JUDAS, LOUSY JUDAS
By Martha Miranda © 1995

O Judas, lousy Judas
What is this you have done?
You turned the CHRIST over to men
A Lamb led to the slaughter
Holy from the womb
You gave Him to the wicked one

Judas, lousy Judas
What is this you have done?
Judas, lousy Judas
What is this you have done?

O Judas, lousy Judas
What is this you have done?
You gave him into satan's hand
Such innocent blood
Down his legs did run
In the night and all night long it ran

How could you do this Judas
Is that the sin you hid?
Even from the eyes of Him
Who loved you unto death
O Judas, lousy Judas
With a kiss of death
You sent Him to the pit
You gave Him unto men

O, yes He said unto His own
I'd tell you, you can't bear it
For now it is hidden in the earth
To reveal it to a Woman
In the ending of the world
She shall find it and time is no more

Judas, lousy Judas
What is this you have done?
Judas, lousy Judas
What is this you have done?
Judas, lousy Judas
What is this you have done?
Judas, lousy Judas
What is this you have done?


THE SILVER PEARL
By Martha Miranda © 1995

Thirty pieces of silver
Hidden in His house
Underneath the skirts of men
Hidden in a blouse
Thirty pieces of silver
Hidden in the ground
Molestation of a holy CHRIST
And His blood flowed down

A woman looked all over the house
For the lost silver coin
A doctrine lost, a pearl unfound
In the earth below
Thirty pieces of silver
One's been hidden well
Until a woman searched the house
And found it in the field

O JESUS, my dear JESUS
What did men do to you?
In the privacy of your cell
All the long night through
O JESUS my dear JESUS
Father did forsake you
And give you to the hands of men
A defilement touching you

A man from you did naked run
He came among the number
That purposed evil against your frame
Then slaughtered you to silence
And did you not say, Father
Forgive them for what they have done?
They did not know what they did do
When the defiled His Son

O JESUS, my dear JESUS
Holy Son of GOD
Come and lay your vengeance down
Written down in blood
The coin so lost and hidden from men
To a woman you gave
And now dear One, my dear, dear One
The pearl's been found, please come!


SHAKE THE DUST
By Martha Miranda © 1995

Don't rock the boat
Sit down and shut your mouth
No one will hear you
Keep silent in the church
I hear a knockin'
A knockin' on my door
I have heard it somewhere
Or read it before

I hear a woman preaching
I think her name's Joanna
Coming from the pages
Of a worn out book
Her voice was silenced in the church
Her name is written down
In the holy book of life
On her head a crown

Daughters of Jerusalem
Rise up and shake the dust
From a worn out garment
It's time to hear the truth
From the written WORD
From a Woman's mouth
Daughters of Jerusalem
Rise up and shake the dust

Rise up and shake the dust
Wash your eyes and see
Written in the Bible
A Woman plain as can be
Come out and see the blessing
Descending in a cloud
Rise up and shake the dust
Of death from your gown

Daughters of Jerusalem
Rise up and shake the dust
From a worn out garment
It's time to hear the truth
From the written WORD
From a Woman's mouth
Daughters of Jerusalem
Rise up and shake the dust


CRYING IN THE WIND
By Martha Miranda © 1995

I am not going to a City
The City is coming down to me
Streets of gold, gates of pearl
No death or sickness there
And in the midst of Her golden streets
Rides a great white horse
And on his back a rider strong
Crying in the wind

Crying in the wind. Crying in the wind
Cleanse your garments now
I come as a thief. I come as a thief
Crying in the wind

Who said we do not have to be
Holy as He, holy as He?
JESUS said we have to become
The Living WORD in flesh
For all who enter in through the gates
Of that heavenly Holy City
Shall be as the LAMB and purified
Holy as He. Up and out we shall not go
Who said that anyway?
Listen to the crying of the wind
Warning you to hear
Crying in the wind! Crying in the wind!
Cleanse your garments now
I come as a thief. I come as a thief
Crying in the wind!
Crying in the wind!
Crying in the wind!


VOICES OF LIGHT
By Martha Miranda © 1995

There is a new sound
There is a new word
There is a new wine
Listen to the voices singing a new sound
There is a new bread
There is a new hope
There is a baby's cry
Listen to the voices singing a new sound

Like falling rain, falling all around
Voices all together, singing new sounds
Like the pure snow settling in the night
There is a new sound, singing voices of light

There is a new light
Hidden in a veil
There is a new age
Listen to the voices singing a new sound
There is a known promise
Of the coming of the Heir
There is a new beginning
Listen to the voices singing a new sound

Voices of light, voices of light
Singing in the darkness of the night
Voices of light, voices of light
Bringing in the new age of heaven's delight


FLY, ANGEL FLY
By Martha Miranda © 1995

It's just the beginning
The ending of time
It's just the beginning
Let righteousness shine
In the dark night
In the hospital room
It's just the beginning
The beginning of life

It's not now ending
It's just the beginning
They do not spin out
Into the dark night
A life is not ending
It's only beginning
The breath leaves the body
It's free and takes flight

Fly, Angel fly to your new home
To your glory hidden out there
Through the dark sky, Angel, fly home
I'll be along by and by

Dear Brother I'm coming
It's the ending of time
Oh Father, I see you
We'll be there by and by
Mama and I, we'll fly, how we'll fly
And Brother, I know
Will be along by and by

Fly, Angel fly to your new home
To your glory hidden out there
Through the dark sky, Angel fly home
I'll be along by and by
Fly, Angel fly to your new home


HE FIG, SHE FIG
By Martha Miranda © 1995

O parable, O parable
Speak to us today
O parable of the hidden fig
Hidden in the tree
Hidden in the Tree of Life
Buried deep in sleep
Uncover Her, uncover Him
The parable of the fig

Fig tree, fig tree
Where is your bloom?
Hidden in a sealed up tomb
Covered in the blood

Where is the female?
Speak to us today
Where is the female hidden fig
Hidden in the tree?
Hidden in the Saviour's side
Hidden in the earth
O parable, O parable
To the fig give birth

Fig tree, fig tree
Where is your bloom?
Hidden in a sealed up tomb
Covered in the Blood
No one shall ever eat of you
I heard the Saviour say
Unless the female fig come down
Unless she come your way

Angels break the seal
Open up the WORD
Lest we perish in the earth
In a hidden WORD
Fig tree, fig tree
Where is your bloom?
Hidden in a sealed up tomb
Covered in the blood

O parable, O parable
Speak to us today
O parable of the hidden fig
Hidden in the tree
Hidden in the Tree of Life
Buried deep in sleep
Uncover Her, uncover Him
The parable of the fig


SOMETHING IS WRONG
By Martha Miranda © 1994

Something is so wrong in the world today
Something stinks and makes GOD sick
In the world today
It is not the sin sinners do
It is not the hate of men
It is not the crimes men commit
Something is so wrong

Something is so wrong with the truth we hear
That's what stinks and makes GOD sick
In the world today
His WORD is turned into the world
It's now a doctrine of greed
His truth is now a basket of lies
Fed to hungry men

Something is so wrong
But He will make it right
Something is so dirty
But He will make it clean
Something is so filthy
But He will cast it out
Every single iniquity
Hidden in His house

Something is so wrong with His holy House
Something stinks and makes GOD sick
In His House today
Its pulpit's full of wicked men
Truths that are but doctrines of the devil
Lies that are spoken to fill up the pockets
With thirty pieces of silver

Something is so wrong
But He will make it right
Something is so dirty
But He will make it clean
Something is so filthy
But He will cast it out
Every single iniquity
Hidden in His house!


STORK, WHERE ARE YOUR WINGS?
By Martha Miranda © 1995

O stork, O stork, where are your wings
Folded at rest high in your nest?
O stork, O stork, where is your offspring
Hiding in the silence of the WORD?
Fly down and see a nest prepared
Come down and touch the sleeping WORD
Descend upon the House of the LORD
And enter into Her chambers

Blessed interlude of time, a musical note
Heard by the prophets of old
Like golden notes of music sounds
Calling the stork to Her home

You know your appointed time, O stork
The turtle's voice is heard
The dove descending like a warm woolen blanket
Surrounds the sleeping child
Safe within your holy wings
He hides in slumber there
Till your cry of birth shakes the limbs
Of Golgotha's bleeding tree

O stork of life, O holy stork
If I am but the first or second
Let the words of my faithful watch
Be preserved in the earth for another
That the sleeping WORD will wake the child
And bear His fruit in Her limbs
Let the tree of life from Golgotha
Shed Her leaves for thee

Blessed interlude of time, a musical note
Heard by the prophets of old
Like golden notes of music sounds
Calling the stork to Her home

O stork, O stork, where are your wings
Folded at rest high in your nest?
O stork, O stork where is your offspring
Hiding in the silence of the WORD?
Fly down and see a nest prepared
Come down and touch the sleeping WORD
Descend upon the House of the LORD
And enter into Her chambers


THE FAT LADY IS SINGING
By Martha Miranda © 1995

The show is all over
The show is all over
The show is all over
The show is all over
The show is all over
The show is all over
The show is all over
The show is all over
The show is all over

The show is all over
The fat lady is singiní her songs
Fat lady is singiní
Fat lady is singiní
Close up the curtain
The fat lady is singiní her songs
Fat lady is singiní
Fat lady is singiní
The show is all over
Close up the book
The fat lady is singiní her songs

The fat lady is singiní her songs of salvation
The fat lady is cominí from the book of Revelation
The fat lady is cominí with the baby in her belly
The fat lady is singiní itís all over now
The lost coin has showed up
The fig tree is cominí from the ground
The leaven and the bread have come down
The pearl has been found
The show is all over
Close up the book
The fat lady is singiní her songs

The fat lady is singiní her songs of salvation
The fat lady is cominí from the book of Revelation
The fat lady is cominí with the baby in her belly
The fat lady is singiní itís all over now
The lost coin has showed up
The fig tree is cominí from the ground
The leaven and the bread have come down
The pearl has been found
The show is all over
Close up the book
The fat lady is singiní her songs
The show is all over
The show is all over
The show is all over
The show is all over

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