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TO SAVE US HE FORGAVE US: TO SAVE US HE FORGAVE US
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TO SAVE US HE FORGAVE US. Wednesday, December 26, 2007. TO SAVE US HE FORGAVE US. TO SAVE US, HE FORGAVE US. Original lyrics by Stan C. Countz. Long before He made us. He knew He’d need to save us. When we were still in sin. Long before the fall. He knew we’d drop the ball. So He gave His all. Long before the manger. He knew we were in danger. He never knew a stranger. So He became our Savior. Long before the cross. He counted the cost. And paid the price. Before we were born. He shaped and formed us.
outinablaze.blogspot.com
Out in a Blaze: OUT IN A BLAZE
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Out in a Blaze. Dedicated to my brother Ken Countz. Thursday, January 29, 2009. OUT IN A BLAZE. By Stan C. Countz. He wore his best cowboy hat. Whenever he went to town. His friend Pat made him laugh. Whenever he came around. He'd been sippin' whiskey. For two straight days and nights. He knew to drive was risky. But he really needed a light. They were just gonna pick up. A coupla packs of cigarettes. But they found some butts. And rolled their own instead. They rolled a coupla doobies. Stan C. Countz.
drsshoes.blogspot.com
MoonStruck: TREASURES IN HEAVEN
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Sunday, June 1, 2008. By Stan C. Countz. My mind is full; my heart is achin’. Everything that can be, will be shaken. So make sure that you’re. Store up for yourselves treasures. In heaven where they can never. Rust or corrupt or be taken. He will never allow. Blessed is the man. Who makes the Lord his trust. Who stores up treasures. That can never rust. We must seek His kingdom first. And we must hunger and thirst for His righteousness. So just speak the word and be assured that I’ll be healed. Whatever...
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MoonStruck: THE WAY IT USED TO BE
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Wednesday, June 11, 2008. THE WAY IT USED TO BE. By Stan C. Countz. You used to be a warm place to come home to. You used to want me as much as I wanted you. You used to be someone I could talk to. Whatever happened to the way it used to be? It used to be the sun rose and set in your eyes. It used to be we never told each other lies. It used to be we didn’t need no alibis. What happened to the way it used to be? When I loved you and you loved me. It seems, these days, we've lost our dreams. The One Who's...
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MoonStruck: DOCTOR, WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?
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Wednesday, June 11, 2008. DOCTOR, WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME? By Stan C. Countz. Doctor, what's wrong with me? Are my eyes too blind to see? Why can my ears no longer hear. The cries of the lost and dying? Has my heart grown cold? Have my eyes grown old? Have I sold my soul. For a pot of gold? Doctor my ears have heard the lies. And the hollow alibis. Of the mindless masses. Oh, please heal me if you can. Doctor my eyes have seen the truth. Through the skewed views we call news. My head is buried in the sand.
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That Map Within: THAT MAP WITHIN
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Sunday, April 24, 2011. Life with no map can chap your hide. Leave you tapped and sapped inside. But if we’ll take the Savior’s hand. He’ll hear our prayers and save our land. He’ll come inside, abide and guide us. He’ll love, forgive, and live inside us. If we’ll turn our back on wrath and sin. We’ll have that map, that map within. Let our “no” be “no” and our “yes” be “yes”. He don’t care who we know or how hip we dress. If we believe in our heart and with our lips confess. He hears our humble call.
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Tough As Nails: A LOVE AS TOUGH AS NAILS
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Tuesday, March 30, 2010. A LOVE AS TOUGH AS NAILS. Lyric by Stan C. Countz. Before I knew the Lord / I was a man whore, thief and hustler. I used, cussed and swore / and I’d steal from my own mother. I was rotten to the core / even now it makes me shudder. The day I called upon the Lord / He pulled me out of the gutter. He’s my shield and my sword / to Him I kneel and no other. I’ve been healed by the Lord / His praises will I utter. His name will I adore / He’s my banner and my cover. 8220;Forgive them,...
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Dancin' on the Ceilin': RECIPE FOR A BROKEN HEART
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Dancin' on the Ceilin'. Poetry and lyrics that celebrate the joys and sorrows of life and love. Friday, December 14, 2007. RECIPE FOR A BROKEN HEART. Lyrics by Stan C. Countz, music by Bruce Guynn. He pulled out her letter and read it over again. The one she wrote the night she up and left him (It was…). One part never there, two parts unprepared. A dash of despair and there you have it…. The recipe for a broken heart. Could’ve fanned the flame, it’s a cryin’ shame. Of the recipe for a broken heart.