Blog reader Brent Taylor, licenced funeral director in Barrie, Ontario, wants this at his.
Like a full force gale
I was lifted up again
I was lifted up again by the lord
And no matter where I roam
I will find my way back home
I will always return to the lord
In the gentle evening breeze
By the whispering shady trees
I will find my sanctuary in the lord
I was headed for a fall
The I looked up and saw the writing on the wall
Like a full force gale
I was lifted up again
I was lifted up again by the lord
I was headed for a fall
The I looked up and saw the writing on the wall
In the gentle evening breeze
By the whispering shady trees
I will find my sanctuary in the lord
And no matter where I roam
I will find my way back home
I will always return to the lord
Like a full force gale
I was lifted up again
I was lifted up again by the lord
