Lyrics

Simply Free

Let us sit by the fire
Come with me friend
To the banks of the river
At Lampreys bend

I’ll cook you a kettle
Of the finest fish
Yes we’ll eat of some brown bread
From copper dish

With a smidge of sweet butter
Steamed o’r rocks within view
With some birch paper glasses
Filled with heavenly dew

Not a care in the world
A bed of shady green grass
Nothing left to bother
This little lass

It’s so nice to be resting
Relaxing in Brie
No-one is fretting
simply free

By Kelly Sampson Griswold

Healing Love

Hallelujah He is coming
Very soon the trump will sound
Hallelujah He is coming
Jesus healing victory sounds

What to do is break our pride
We need not ever have to hide
Egress on, our hearts held high
Overcomer’s side by side

Many arrows point our way
Doesn’t matter let them fly
One foot standing on this earth
One heart looking toward the sky

We see dimly through the glass
God works all things for our good
We need not know the rhyme or reason
God’s love truly understood

Hallelujah He is coming
Very soon the trump will sound
Hallelujah, He is coming
We’ll meet Jesus in the clouds

Kelly s Griswold

Divine Mercy

I’ve sailed for miles in a creaky boat
From pier to pier and daunting sea
Hearing wind and water sing
What laps o’er rocks and hardness bring
His divine and loving mercy donning
Unceasing love is what saved me
Kneading balanced beams with prayer
To reap and send His blessings fodder
Pouring down from Christ The Lord
The oil of joy for mourning
The gluing of the seams to float
By God, His graceful pardon
The truth that truly frees my soul
Set point my rudder able
Once I grasped the letting go
All calm, serene and stable …

Jesus Christ The Living God
Puts all cares behind us

Divine Loving Mercy …
Float you to a restful sleep …

Kelly Sampson Griswold

Holy Spirit Wind

 

Holy Spirit Wind
(A song for you)

Feel the soft wind, swing and sway
And gently weave, a song for you
As pine trees howling, fill the air
And still small voice, as one, we pair

As sheep in fields; we hear Your voice
Look ahead, in green grassed fields
Pay no mind, to darkened woods
Whose dens of evil, rob, destroy

At work in faith, with reverence
To God alone, and nought to chance
His perfect love, doth cast out fear
Though unseen, yet we know’s He’s there

This wind, it moves, with elegance
Gift of grace, within the dance
With groaning that cannot be heard
Intercedes for the weak and splintered

Living in, His wisdoms wait
Letting go with humble tears
Touch Thou, our brow, with healing care
Holy Spirit peace, is here

Chorus
Holy Spirit
Mighty wind …
Holy Spirit
Breathe on me …

Holy Spirit
Healing wind …
Holy Spirit
Breathe on me

Kelly S Griswold

Faith

Praise Him though the night my child
Feel your heart go light
His quilting 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
Tis treasure, in your glow

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