All the beauty I see All the beauty I feel All the beauty I hear All the beauty in the world Ain't nothing compared to you I adore you everyday I
all the good things that come to me from above If I count all the blessings from the storehouse of love I'd simply ask for the favor of him beyond mortal
: Weak midnight promises of love Were wept upon Her grave And shunned by stars above In mortal life lurks my dismay An Angel stole my heart and Death
endearing fiend Do lords and ladies love where is no sorrow No strife to overcome, no soul uncleaned Of crushing ardor long worn out its stay, Betrothal to a mortal
Calling all olive branches and laid-off doves There is work to do before you say good-bye Who can see them turning to the face of love? Though I hear
piece by piece Never weak in the least, think you better see a priest Mortality, don't battle me, it's costly We the raw breed, all of y'all is just
[Chorus: Bizzy Bone] Let us be all we can be Baby it's only me; nothin but mud, spirit, indeed me Let us be all we can be Baby it's only me; nothin but
day Gazing at a rainbow, a brilliant vast array Staggered by it's beauty, saddened by it's modest stay Taken all for granted or innocence betrayed A lesson in mortality
piece by piece Never weak in the least Think you better see a priest (mortality, don't battle me, it's costly We the raw breed all of y'all is just the
The Very Rev. Dr. D. Wayne Love (Jake Black) First Minister of The Church of Presleyterian The Divine UK. Larry Love (Robert Spragg) vocals Band: Mountain of Love
all the good things That come to me from above If I count all the blessings From the storehouse of love I'd simply ask for the favor Of him beyond mortal
my bed Awaiting death, that final breath He sits by and looks to me Soon you will come and be with me Now, I feel all warm inside As I leave this mortal