Fool in the Rain

by Robert Plant

There's a light in your eye that keeps shining
Like a star that can't wait for a night
I hate to think I've been blinded
Why can't I see you tonight?
And the warmth of your smile starts burning
And the thrill of your touch gives me fright
And I'm shaking so much, really yearning
Why don't you show up and make it alright?

And if you promised you'd love so completely
And you said you would always be true
You swore that you never would leave me
Whatever happened to you?
And you thought it was only in movies
As you wish all your dreams would come true
It ain't the first time, believe me
I'm standing here feeling blue

Now I will stand in the rain on the corner
I watch the people go shuffling downtown
Another ten minutes, no longer
And then I'm turning around
And the clock on the wall's moving slower
My heart, it sinks to the ground
And the storm that I thought would blow over
Clouds the light of the love that I found

Hand that ticks on the clock
Just don't seem to stop
When I'm thinking it over

Tired of the light
I just don't seem to find
Have you wait, get away

I see it in my dreams
But I just don't seem to be with you
I gotta get it all

Now my body is starting to quiver
And the palms of my hands getting wet
I got no reason to doubt you
It's all a terrible mess
And I'll run in the rain till I'm breathless
When I'm breathless, I'll run till I drop
The thoughts of a fool's kind of careless
I'm just a fool waiting on the wrong block

This Peace

by Sara Groves

So many words to say
But I'm opting for silence
So many days to live
I think I'm sitting this one out
'Cause something I've been chasing
Finally stopped to let me catch it
Something I've been longing for
And dreaming about

It's a whisper in my ear
It's a shiver up my spine
It's the gratitude I feel
For all that's right
It's a mystery appeal
That's been granted me tonight
This peace

It's something so elusive
Something close but far away
It's the home that I can't live in yet
Somewhere in outer space
Sometimes I barely miss it
When I walk into the room
The curtains are still swaying
And I feel the air move

It whispers in my ear
And it shivers up my spine
It's the gratitude I feel
For all that's right
It's a mystery appeal
That's been granted me tonight
This peace

No time to grab a camera
No time to write it down
Just time enough to breathe it in
And linger

Wesley Covenant Prayer

by John Wesley

I am no longer my own, but thine.
Put me to what thou wilt, rank me with whom thou wilt.
Put me to doing, put me to suffering.
Let me be employed for thee or laid aside for thee,
exalted for thee or brought low for thee.
Let me be full, let me be empty.
Let me have all things, let me have nothing.
I freely and heartily yield all things to thy pleasure and disposal.
And now, O glorious and blessed God, Father, Son and Holy Spirit,
thou art mine, and I am thine.
So be it.
And the covenant which I have made on earth,
let it be ratified in heaven.
Amen.

The Trains

by Carl Rusk

She acts unaware of her smile
Or the scent of her hair
When she leaves the room
She takes everyone's eyes out with her

But I've learned too much to let her bring me down
But when she's not around
I can hear the trains underground
When I'm alone
I can feel the sun going down

How can I explain
All the reasons she frightens me so?
When she has the power
To burn me right down to my soul

But then every night I see her in my dreams
But the days in between
She tears me apart at the seams
Once I was strong
She's taught me what loneliness means

No, nobody else could understand it like I do
So I got to make her realize she loves me too
And I do, I really do

September Song

by Maxwell Anderson

It's a long, long time from May to December
But the days grow short when you reach September
When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
One hasn't got time for the waiting game

Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few
September and November
But these few precious days I'll spend with you
These precious days I'll spend with you

Autumn in New York

by Vernon Duke

Autumn in New York
Why does it seem so inviting?
Autumn in New York
It spells the thrill of first-nighting

Glittering crowds and shimmering clouds
In canyons of steel
They're making me feel I'm home

It's autumn in New York
That brings the promise of new love
Autumn in New York
Is often mingled with pain

Dreamers with empty hands
They sigh for exotic lands
It's autumn in New York
It's good to live it again

This autumn in New York
Transforms the slums into Mayfair
Autumn in New York
You'll need no castles in Spain

Lovers that bless the dark
On benches in Central Park
It's autumn in New York
It's good to live it again

Be Thou My Vision

Traditional Irish poem
Trans. by Eleanor Hull

Be thou my vision, O Lord of my heart;
Naught be all else to me, save that thou art–
Thou my best thought by day or by night,
Waking or sleeping, thy presence my light.

Be thou my wisdom, and thou my true word;
I ever with thee and thou with me, Lord;
Thou my great Father, I thy true son;
Thou in me dwelling, and I with thee one.

Be thou my battle shield, sword for my fight;
Be thou my dignity, thou my delight,
Thou my soul's shelter, thou my high tower:
Raise thou me heavenward, O Power of my power.

Riches I heed not, nor man's empty praise:
Thou mine inheritance now and always;
Thou my soul's shelter, first in my heart,
High King of heaven, my treasure thou art.

High King of heaven, my victory won,
May I reach heaven's joys, O bright heav'n's Sun!
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
Still be my vision, O Ruler of all.