Альбом Loretta Lynn

Standing room only, not even room to kneel and pray
Standing room only on the Judgement Day
Last night I have an awful dream that the end of time had come
The trumpet had been sounded and life on earth has done.

An angel stood, one foot on land the other foot on sea
And as I tried to kneel and pray a voice said unto me
There's standing room only, it's too late now to pray
There's standing room only, this is the Judgement Day.

People filled each church and churchyard
Just as far as I could see
I heard the pityful cry for mercy and then I realized it was me
I saw the Saviour did appear as he split the eastern sky
I saw tears of joy on a Christian's face and I heard the sinners cry.

And as I tried to touch his hand with one last people plea
I cried again have mercy, have mercy Lord on me
I saw a tear come to his eye as he turned my soul away
I didn't know him yesterday and he knew me not today.

The earth was burning all around
The world wound up in smoke
And as the flames came off me
Thank God I awoke.

Then I got out of bed and got down on my knees
And you should've heard me pray
For in my dream I witnessed God's great Judgement Day
Standing room only on God's great Judgement Day...

(Who says God is dead who says God is dead)

Who says God is dead?
I'm a talkin' to him now
Who says God is dead?
He's with us all right now.

He knows every move that you make
He knows every time you make a mistake
The rumor has been spread
Who says God is dead?

Who says God is dead?
That's stupid and mighty low
I like to meet 'em face to face
And tell 'em it's not so.

I've got my Saviour by the hand
He's leadin' me to the Promised Land
No, I'm not out of my head
Who says God is dead?

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Who says God is dead?
He's a watchin' you right now
Who says God is dead
He's a reachin' for you now.

If I were you I'd kneel and pray
'Cause we're not promised one more day
Remember blood was shed
Who says God is dead?

Who says God is dead?
I'm a talkin' to him now
Who says God is dead?
He's with us all right now.

Who says God is dead?
Who says God is dead?
Who says God is dead?...

Last night I dreamed
I took a walk
Up Calvary's lonely hill,
The things I saw
With my own eyes
Could not have been more real.

I saw upon three crosses
Three men in agony;
Two, cried out for mercy,
And a third man, He looked at me.

And oh, the hurt in this man's eyes
It just broke my heart in two!
And it seemed I could hear him say
"Son, I'm doing this for you."

I knelt beneath the third man's cross,
And slowly bowed my head,
I reached out to touch his feet,
And it stained my hand's with red.

And when I heard him cry in pain,
I raised my eyes to see;
The blood spilled from the third man's side
And some of it spilled on me.

The third man wore a crown of thorns,
Spikes held him to the tree,
And I heard him say, "Oh God, My God,
Why hast thou forsaken me?"

And there within the mighty crowd,
The ones who mocked Him cried
"King, save Thyself if thou art King!"
And then the third man died.

Suddenly, I heard the thunder roll,
I saw the lightening pierce the sky.
Then third man was still hanging there,
And I began to cry.

I saw the boulders fall,
And heard the breaking of the ground.
And then I awoke,
And though I dreamed;
I touched my cheek and found,

My eyes were wet where I had cried.
A dream, I wished I knew
I can still hear the third man say,
"I'm doing this for you."..

Everybody wants to go to heaven
But nobody wants to die
Everybody wants to go to heaven
But nobody wants to die.

Once upon a time there lived a man
And his name was Isaac
He walked with God, both day and night,
But he didn't wanna die.

He cried, oh Lord, please let me live,
Death is close I know
God smiled down on Isaac
And gave him, fifteen years to go.

Everybody wants to go to heaven
But nobody wants to die
Lord, I wanna go to heaven
But I don't wanna die.

So, I long for the day when I'll have new birth
Still I love the livin' here on earth
Everybody wants to go to heaven
But nobody wants to die.

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When Jesus lived here on this earth
He knew his father's plan
He knew that he must give his life
To save the soul of men.

When Judas had betrayed him
His father heard him cry
He was brave until his death
But he didn't wanna die.

Everybody wants to go to heaven
But nobody wants to die
Lord, I wanna go to heaven
But I don't wanna die.

So, I long for the day when I'll have new birth
Still I love the livin' here on earth
Everybody wants to go to heaven
But nobody wants to die.

Everybody wants to go to heaven
But nobody wants to die...

How sweet and happy seem those days of which I dream
When memory recalls them now and then
And with what rapture sweet my weary heart would beat
If I could hear my mother pray again.

If I could hear my mother pray again
If I could hear her tender voice as then
How glad I would be with who means so much to me
If I could hear my mother pray again.

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She used to pray that I, on Jesus would rely
And always walk the shining gospel way
So trusting still his love I'll seek that home above
For I shall meet my mother some glad day.

If I could hear my mother pray again
If I could hear her tender voice as then
How glad I would be with who means so much to me
If I could hear my mother pray again...

(L. Waldrop)

(Someday I'll be strong enough)
(To make that church bells ring)
(And when my voice grows steady)
(I can help the choir sing.)

(Somehow I can be usefull)
(So put me to the test)
(I know I can't do very much)
(But Lord I'll do my best.)

Last night just at bed time
I looked in upon my son
And the picture I saw as I stood there
Was surely a blessed one.

Proudly I watched and listened
To all he tried to say
'Cause it makes my heart just burst with pride
When I hear my children pray.

And he said dear Lord I'm just a little boy
And I don't know how to pray
But so many of your people
Has slowly turned away.

Well, maybe there's something I can do
To help in your great plan
I know I can't do very much
But I'll do the best I can.

Couldn't I light the little candles
Or maybe sweep the pews
I'll do anything dear Lord
Just as long as it's for you.

Why, can I open up the doors
Or dust your sacred stand
I know I can do something
If you'll just hold my hand.

Yes, proudly I stood and listened
To all he tried to say
And it makes my heart just burst with pride
When I hear my children pray.

(I know I can't do very much)
(But Lord I'll do my best...)

(Ray Overholt)

He could have caught ten thousand angels.

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They bound the hands of Jesus in the garden where he pray
They led him through the street in shame
They spat upon the Saviour so pure and free from sin
They said crusify him he's to blame.

He could have called ten thousand angels
To destroy the world and set him free
He could have called ten thousand angels
But he died alone for you and me.

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Upon his precious head they placed a crown of thorns
They laughed and said behold the king
They struck him and they cursed him and mocked his holy name
And all alone he suffered everything.

He could have called ten thousand angels
To destroy the world and set him free
He could have called ten thousand angels
But he died alone for you and me...

He's got the whole world in his hands
He's got the whole wide world in his hands
He's got the whole world in his hands
He's got the whole world in his hands.

He's got the little bitty baby in his hands
He's got the little bitty baby in his hands
He's got the little bitty baby in his hands
He's got the whole world in his hands
He's got the whole world in his hands
He's got the whole wide world in his hands
He's got the whole world in his hands
He's got the whole world in his hands.

He's got you and me brother in his hands
he's got you and me sister in his hands
He's got you and me brother in his hands
He's got the whole world in his hands
He's got the whole world in his hands
He's got the whole wide world in his hands
He's got the whole world in his hands
He's got the whole world in his hands.

He's got everybody here in his hands
He's got everybody here in his hands
He's got everybody here in his hands
He's got the whole world in his hands
He's got the whole world in his hands
He's got the whole wide world in his hands
He's got the whole world in his hands
He's got the whole world in his hands.

He's got the whole world in his hands
He's got the whole wide world in his hands
He's got the whole world in his hands
He's got the whole world in his hands...

Loretta Lynn & Ernest Ray

(Oh mama why did God take my daddy?)
('Cause I'd been good just like he said to be)
(I heard daddy pray, dear Lord don't take me from them)
(Oh mama, why did God take him from me?)

Come here son, you've asked mama somethin'
That's even hard for me to understand
For there's one thing I do know
Daddy wouldn't wanna see those tears in the eyes of this big man.

So stop cryin' now and listen real careful
To every word mama has to say, you see son
God picks the sweetest most beautiful flowers that grow
And he makes them the brightest shiniest stars that glow.

Now daddy talked with the Lord every day
And daddy and God'll be real close
So let's just say it seems that God takes
The ones he loves the most.

(Oh mama, why did God take my daddy?)
Son you haven't heard a word that mama said
So come on now let's say your prayers
And mama tuck you in bed.

And we must have questioned God
'Cause he already has everything planned
And honey daddy can't ever come back to us
Though we can go to him.

(Oh mama, why did God take him from me?)...

In our little one room country school
It's where I learned to pray
A church without a steeple
That's where I learned to pray.

Every Sunday morning
About the hour of ten
The door would open to our school
The preacher did walk in.

He'd smile and say good morning
How's everything today?
We'd bow our heads and close our eyes
And then he'd say let's pray.

In our little one room country school
It's where I learned to pray
Our church that had no steeple
Is no longer there today.

From Monday until Friday at school
We'd learn and play
Then back at school on Sunday
That's where I learned to pray.

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Our clothes were clean but faded
Sometimes our feet were bare
But no one noticed anything
Except the Lord was there.

We'd come from all directions
Searching for the way
Harmonizes at school on Sunday
That's where I learned to pray.

In our little one room country school
It's where I learned to pray
Our church that had no steeple
Is no longer there today.

From Monday until Friday at school
We'd learn and play
Then back at school on Sunday
That's where I learned to pray...