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I was walking home from school
on a cold winter day
Took a shortcut through the woods,
and I lost my way
It was getting late,
and I was scared and alone
then a kind old man took my hand
and led me home.
Mama couldn't see him,
but he was standing there,
and I knew in my heart,
he was the answer to my prayers.
Oh, I believe there are angels among us
sent down to us from somewhere up above.
They come to you and me
in our darkest hour
to show us how to live,
to teach us how to give
to guide us with a light of love.
When life held troubled times,
and had me down on my knees
There's always been someone there
to come along and comfort me
A kind word from a stranger,
to lend a helping hand
A phone call from a friend,
just to say I understand
And ain't it kind of funny
that at the dark end of the road
Someone lights the way
with just a single ray of hope.
Oh, I believe there are angels among us
sent down to us from somewhere up above.
They come to you and me
in our darkest hour
to show us how to live,
to teach us how to give
to guide us with a light of love.
They wear so many faces,
show up in the strangest places
to guide us with their mercy,
in our time of need.
Oh, I believe there are angels among us
sent down to us from somewhere up above.
They come to you and me
in our darkest hour
to show us how to live,
to teach us how to give
to guide us with a light of love.
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Recorded by Alabama
Words and Music by
Becky Hobbs and Don Goodman
Beckaroo Music and
Goodman/Walker Publishing Co.
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Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war,
With the cross of Jesus going on before.
Christ, the royal Master, leads against the foe;
Forward into battle see His banners go!
Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war,
With the cross of Jesus going on before.
At the sign of triumph Satan's host doth flee;
On then, Christian soldiers, on to victory!
Hell's foundations quiver at the shout of praise;
Brothers lift your voices, loud your anthems raise.
Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war,
With the cross of Jesus going on before.
Like a mighty army moves the church of God;
Brothers, we are treading where the saints have trod.
We are not divided, all one body we,
One in hope and doctrine, one in charity.
Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war,
With the cross of Jesus going on before.
What the saints established that I hold for true.
What the saints believèd, that I believe too.
Long as earth endureth, men the faith will hold,
Kingdoms, nations, empires, in destruction rolled.
Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war,
With the cross of Jesus going on before.
Crowns and thrones may perish, kingdoms rise and wane,
But the church of Jesus constant will remain.
Gates of hell can never gainst that church prevail;
We have Christ's own promise, and that cannot fail.
Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war,
With the cross of Jesus going on before.
Onward then, ye people, join our happy throng,
Blend with ours your voices in the triumph song.
Glory, laud and honor unto Christ the King,
This through countless ages men and angels sing.
Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war,
With the cross of Jesus going on before.
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