Go, My Children, With My Blessing - Koiné

"Calling My Children Home" Those lives were mine to love and cherish. To guard and guide along life's way. Oh God forbid that one should perish. That one alas should go astray. Back in the years with all together, Around the place we'd romp and play. So lonely now and oft' times wonder, Oh will they come back home some day. I'm lonesome for my precious children, They live so far away. Oh may they hear my calling... calling.and come back home some day. I gave my all for my dear children, Their problems still with love I share, I'd brave life's storm, defy the tempest To bring them home from anywhere. I lived my life my love I gave them, to guide them through this world of strife, I hope and pray we'll live together, In that great glad here after life. I'm lonesome for my precious children, They live so far away. Oh may they hear my calling... calling.and come back home some day.

I hear a lot of music, and I wanted to sound like someone else Status Quo, The Beatles, U2, The Hooters and Pink Floyd T. Rex. Midge Ure, Tom Petty, Runrig, Styx, Peter Gabriel These were my inspirations, well Some guitars, a skewed voice, so this is my own sound An iPad, a keyboard, yes this is my own sound Not perfect, not special, but it's direct from the heart Not normal, not mainstream, just my privately art There are so many stars, and I wanted to make music like them Donovan, Johnny Clegg, Bob Marley, Wishbone Ash, Manau INXS, R.E.M. Midnight Oil, Billy Talent, ZZ Top Alanis, Melissa, what a job? Some guitars, a skewed voice, so this is my own sound An iPad, a keyboard, yes this is my own sound Not perfect, not special, but it's direct from the heart Not normal, not mainstream, just my privately art I never will get close to the sheen of my stars But what's important is do what I can and look far Some guitars, a skewed voice, so this is my own sound An iPad, a keyboard, yes this is my own sound Not perfect, not special, but it's direct from the heart Not normal, not mainstream, just my privately art My own sound, my own sound

I got my first guitar when I was twelve years old And music lessons how to play have never been told It took some time to get it straight into my heart To perceive what's the right sound or the wrong part When I'm feeling bad I take a guitar in my hand If you can't sense it then you don't understand Music is my therapy It's my way to feel really free Music is my therapy It's the best medicine for me For me, for me To focus on music is my sheltering shield I can shut off the world and that's my big yield To build a new sphere in my own special sound Is like healing myself and like floating over ground When I'm feeling bad I take a guitar in my hand If you can't sense it then you don't understand Music is my therapy It's my way to feel really free Music is my therapy It's the best medicine for me For me, for me Is my music good enough for you? Can my music build something new? Can my music make our world better? It's unimportant, 'cause it doesn't matter That's my world, my life and my way And I don't care what people may say People may say Music is my therapy It's my way to feel really free Music is my therapy It's the best medicine for me, for me Music is my therapy It's my way to feel really free Music is my therapy It's the best medicine for me For me, for me Music is my therapy

The King of love my shepherd is Whose goodness fails me never I nothing lack if I am his And he is mine forever Where streams of living water flow My Savior gently leads me And where the verdant pastures grow With food celestial feeds me Confused and foolish oft I strayed But yet in love he sought me And on his shoulder gently laid And home rejoicing brought me In death's dark vale I fear no ill With you, dear Lord, beside me Your rod and staff my comfort still Your cross before to guide me You spread a table in my sight A banquet here bestowing Your oil of welcome my delight My cup is overflowing And so through all the length of days Your goodness fails me never Good Shepherd may I sing your praise Within your house forever

Chief of sinners though I be Jesus shed his blood for me Died that I might live on high Lives that I might never die As the branch is to the vine I am his and he is mine Oh, the height of Jesus' love Higher than the heav'ns above Deeper than the depths of sea Lasting as eternity Love that found me, wondrous thought Found me when I sought him not Only Jesus can impart Comfort to a wounded heart Peace that flows from sin forgiv'n Joy that lifts the soul to heav'n Faith and hope to walk with God In the way that Enoch trod Chief of sinners though I be Christ is all in all to me All my wants to him are known All my sorrows are his own Safe with him in earthly strife I await the heav'nly life Strengthen me, O gracious Lord By your Spirit and your Word When my wayward heart would stray Keep me in the narrow way Grace in time of need supply While I live and when I die