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Aug 2013
The old country singer set on a bench at the edge of this great lake in the distance the sun was
As a great fire ball it caused a wide golden stream to set in the water between the man and the
Scene it made it was a perfect picture and the gold gleamed on the guitar strings and at that
Moment he began to pick that was when the magic occurred it was a dazzling riveting as
Though sparks flew and it caused his voice to engage from some other place his voice liquid
Gold started a mesmerizing crescendo you could feel the total depths of his pure soul explode
Truly the earth stood still only his voice and a distant whippoorwill could be heard the branches
In the tree were alight and began to sway he began to sing about the sweet sounds of his
Christian mother’s voice his smile grew ever wider boyhood memories filled his eyes and they
Filled with tears his voice was filled with such tenderness the sky grew mild he spoke of the old
Country church and the rough hewn pews and the tough men and kind genteel women that
Filled them this was where the country drew its strength from there piety and prayer it was this
Undeniable riches that was the stalwart ship that kept the country on an even course and he
Sang it that way and a chorus of angels joined in from the truth that he expressed there isn’t a
Mountain high enough that can stop me from my journey now he turned and looked at those
Glorious waters and with a swelling voice he sang all waters he made calm from war and
Difference of skin color he gave love in great abundance it stilled the enflamed and dangerous
Parts of man a great peace was felt across the land it wasn’t political acumen no it was men and
Women crying out we have lost our way please be our stay and guide what rejoicing was felt all
Was well because from trust we made our plea He gladly heard our call and sent the answer He
Was and is the first UN unspeakable peace I found when on Him I did call He knows all of my
Needs if I will just bring them to Him in prayer how simple we don’t need an apparatus we only
Need a ruler that has proven His ability time and time again you want to clean up Wall Street
And banks then shift your allegiance from that which is unprofitable to a sure thing I heard it in
A song and what blessing I know all is secure when I take all to him in prayer He calms all my
Fears and alarms I have sweetest peace hell vanished the day I said Heavenly Father I humbly
Said I’m not able it’s your job anyway and with one thunder clap of His word everything was set
Right now I dwell in ultimate care and peace sing it friend and tell it true because truth will set
You free!
Written by
Hal Loyd Denton  Pana Ill
(Pana Ill)   
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