Lyrics

Faith

Praise Him though the night my child
Feel your heart go light
His quitting clouds shall cover thee
When faith regards the night

Oh what troubles fade away
Nothing matters more
Jesus with you all night through
A peaceful sleep in store

Kelly S Griswold

Truth and Confidence (Irish Folk Song)

Tip toe slowly, through the grass
Gentle footprints, little lassie
Tread aware … And while you go
Go lightly … lightly low.

And where you are, little lovely
Tender hearted … True
Know, you know … just what you know
Tis treasure, in your glow.

Tip toe slowly, through the grass
Gentle footprints, little lassie
Tread aware, and while you go
Go lightly, … lightly low

Be true to yourself, … within the dance
Your face, your smile, Gods Countenance
Know you know, just what you know
The treasure of your confidence

Words and music
Kelly S Griswold

Number One

I’m number one in God’s book.
Number one in His heart
To Jesus, I’m everything

My heart, hurt and heavy
Holy Spirit, I need Thee
Come heal my very being

I need nothing at all but You …
Nothing at all, you see
Anything, that I, receive in this world
You’ve given Your all for me
You are my everything

All the things of this world
Pretty as they be
Their just the icing …
upon the cake

Jesus … You are …
Jesus … You are …
Jesus … You are …
The cake … indeed

I’m number one in God’s Book
Number one in His heart
To Jesus, I’m everything

My heart, hurt and heavy
Holy Spirit, I need Thee
Come heal my very being

Words and Music by
Kelly S Griswold

It’s all about the Love

It’s not in the Bins
(It’s all about the Love)

All the bins are rollin
Turning on a dime
Here they come a tollin
In three quarter time

Watching all the fanfare
Let’s go another round
The angels are brigadin
At the second chance pound

All the bins upended
Singing hear their hum
It’s not in the bins friend
It’s in the rhythm of the drum

Throw your hands right up
With fresh new hat and glove
It’s not in the bins friend
It’s all about the love

All the bins a rollin
Turnin on a dime
Here they come a rollin
In three quarter time

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words and music
Kelly S Griswold

Holy Spirit Morning

Holy Spirit Kind of Morning

Come Holy Spirit
Touch me with your fire…
You are my comfort
My utmost desire

With rod and staff, You lead me
Intercede, defend
Thank You for Your power and love
My helper, my friend …

Chorus
Hold me In Your Heart
Hold me In Your Ways
Hold me in your Arms
Hold me in Your Grace

I’m singing of Your praises
In flight, as the lark
On this special journey Lord
To You, Christ, I embark
Holy Spirit, teach me
In Your ways I learn
Your guiding light … is ever on
Your wisdom to discern
chorus

Words and Music
Kelly Sampson Griswold

The Oldest Wooden Tree

If your feeling tuckered out
Lonely and quite blue
Be apprised of this fact dear one
Jesus wholly loves you

There’s a coat rack in the hall
Strong and oh so empty
Longing to hold your hat
Come one, and come all

Chorus

Hang all of your troubles, on the oldest wooden tree
Take a load off all of your weary bones …
There’s plenty of room upon the oldest wooden tree
Plenty of room on His settee

Hang your hat, breathe in …
Drop your troubles there
The coat rack waits quietly
For all your heavy cares

Close your weary eyes
The whole weight disappears
Upon the oldest wooden tree
Releasing all your fears

Hang all of your troubles, on the oldest wooden tree
Take a load off of all your weary bones …
There’s plenty of room upon the oldest wooden tree
Plenty of room on His settee

Words and Music By
Kelly S Griswold

My Irish Lullably

Turn the key, it’s always open love
Lift your weary eyes unto God
Let him soothe you now, and bear all your pain
Come to The One who frees all

If Your heart, be heavy from burden
He’ll break all those shackles your in
Let Him cleanse you deep … and you lull you to sleep
Be washed, white as snow, in the fountain …

Leave all your sins, at the cross …
Come rest, in His wonderful love
Fall like a babe, in a Mothers arms
In Jesus … You are safe from all harm

Leave all your sins
At the cross … “A leanbh”
Come rest, in His wonderful love
Fall, like a babe, in a Mothers arms
In Jesus … You are safe from all harm

An Irish Lullaby
By Kelly S Griswold

Memories of Mom

Pressing on strings of Heaven dear
A love songs warmth imbues
I see you on the inside
In drops of royal dew

With this dawning soliloquy
My heart doth ache for you
I’m missing threads of yesteryear
In hues of green and blue

Sipping on tea at breakfast
Zion’s Country side in view
Resonant strides of jeans appear
Loves drapery of you

We walked the long and winding trails
Before you flew to rest
Up the joyful driveway
Invigorating quest

Toughness, courage, tenacity
Only Jesus best
The strength instilled inside me
The place in which to rest

God on every roadside
Growing up in simple faith
Hardship was no load to bear
Jesus Word saith

I Am is all I hear
His strength to scale each wall
‘Twas you my mother Who taught me ere
On Him that we must call

Kelly S Griswold

Thank you Lord, for my Mother
Who taught me … “The All”
On Him alone that we must call

Faith and surety

Faith and Surety

Tests and trials they may come
But they cannot ever harm
Just one glimpse of love from Thee
Will Whilst we wait
Hush all alarm

We are always safe my friend
Come what may or come what be …
On His loving word, we stand
In Faith and Surety

In His loving arms we rest…
Springing forth newness of life
To Glorify Thy Holy Name
In Strength and Power and might

Tests and trials they may come
But they cannot ever harm
Just one glimpse of love, from Thee
Will, while we wait
Hush all alarm

We are always safe, my friend
Come what may, or come what be …
On His loving word, we stand
In Faith and Surety

Words and music-
Kelly Sampson Griswold
With Special Inspiration By
Kathleen Burne Demers

Divine Mercy

I’ve sailed for miles in this creaky boat
From pier to pier and out to sea
His Divine and Loving Mercy donned
Saving me unceasingly
I hear the wind and water sing
With laps that rocks and hardness bring
Beating balanced beams with prayer
Reaping blessings fodder fare
Pouring down from Christ The Lord
The oil of joy for mourning bare
Gluing of the seams to float
By His graceful pardoning
This truth that truly frees my soul
Sets my rudder guides my row
Once I grasped the letting go
All is calm, and stable here


Divine Loving Mercy …
Flowing in the water …
Float you to a restful sleep …

Words and Music by Kelly Sampson Griswold