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I'm so gIad, somehow, I've got saIvation now.

It keeps the spirit moving in my souI.

Every day, I find, it's peace and joy divine.

It keeps me singin' in my souI.

Oh, oh, I'm singin'.

Yes, I'm singin' in my souI.

When the burdens roII,

I sing from morn tiII night.

It makes my burdens Iight.

And I'm a-singin',

yes, I'm singin' in my souI.

Every now and then, there's something deep within.

It often teIIs me when I'm doing wrong.

I steaI away and bow my head in prayer.

My heart rings out inside a song.

Oh, oh, I'm singin'.

Yes, I'm singin' in my souI.

When the burdens roII,

I sing from morn tiII night.

It makes my burdens Iight.

And I'm singin', yes, I'm singin' in my souI.

Oh, oh, I'm singin'.

Yes, I'm singin' in my souI.

When the burdens roII,

I sing from morn tiII night.

It makes my burdens Iight.

And I'm a-singin', yes, I'm singin' in my souI.

I'm a-singin', yes, I'm singin' in my souI.

Oh, oh, I'm singin'.

Yes, I'm singin' in my souI.

When the burdens roII,

I sing from morn tiII night.

It makes my burdens Iight.

And I'm singin', yes, I'm singin' in my souI.

Oh, I'm singin', yes, I'm singin' in my souI.

When the burdens roII...

Burdens roII.

I sing from morn tiII night.

It makes my burdens Iight.

I'm singin', yes, I'm singin' in my souI.

I'm singin', yes, I'm singin' in my souI.

Where does it come from,

this music that erupts Iike an artesian weII

when it seems the Ieast IikeIy time to be singing?

Ordinary days, in unpIeasant circumstances,

at times of stress, when the future seems bIeak?

WeII, stay around and join the Homecoming Friends

for ''Singin' in my SouI'' with:

And many others.

Oome join us for the music

that is abIe to carry the human spirit

through the tough times of Iife.

You'II find you'II be singin' in your souI.

Here among the shadows,

Iiving in a IoneIy Iand with strangers,

we're a band of piIgrims on the move.

Through dangers burdened down with sorrow,

and we're shunned on every hand,

but we are Iooking for a city buiIt above.

Oh, yes, we're Iooking for a city,

where we'II never die.

There, the sainted miIIions never say good-bye.

There, we'II meet our Savior and our Ioved ones too.

Oome, o hoIy spirit, aII our hopes renew.

In this Iand of dangers, we are going here and there.

We're simpIy trusting in the bIessed Savior's Iove.

And, mercy, though we may be strangers

Iiving in this worId of care,

we're aIways Iooking for a city buiIt above.

Looking for a city, where we'II never die.

There, the sainted miIIions never say good-bye.

There, we'II meet our Savior and our Ioved ones too.

Oome, o hoIy spirit, aII our hopes renew.

Looking for a city, where we'II never die.

There, the sainted miIIions never say good-bye.

There, we'II meet our Savior and our Ioved ones too.

Oome, o hoIy spirit, aII our hopes renew.

Looking for a city, where we'II never die.

There, the sainted miIIions never say good-bye.

There, we'II meet our Savior and our Ioved ones too.

Oome, o HoIy Spirit, aII our hopes renew.

You ask me why I'm happy, so I'II just teII you why,

because my sins are gone.

And when I meet the scoffers who ask me where they are,

I say, ''My sins are gone.''

They're underneath the bIood on the cross of OaIvary,

as far removed as darkness is from dawn.

In the sea of God's forgetfuIness,

that's good enough for me.

Praise God, my sins are gone.

'Twas at the oId time aItar where God came in my heart.

And now my sins are gone.

The Lord took fuII possession; the DeviI did depart.

And now my sins are gone.

They're underneath the bIood on the cross of OaIvary,

as far removed as darkness is from dawn.

In the sea of God's forgetfuIness,

that's good enough for me.

Praise God, my sins are gone.

When Satan comes to tempt me and tries to make me doubt,

I say, ''My sins are gone.

''You got me into troubIe, but Jesus got me out.

I'm gIad my sins are gone.''

They're underneath the bIood on the cross of OaIvary,

as far removed as darkness is from dawn.

In the sea of God's forgetfuIness,

that's good enough for me.

Praise God, my sins are gone.

I'm Iiving now for Jesus;

I'm happy night and day because my sins are gone.

My souI is fiIIed with music.

With aII my heart I say, ''I know my sins are gone.''

They're underneath the bIood on the cross of OaIvary,

as far removed as darkness is from dawn.

In the sea of God's forgetfuIness,

that's good enough for me.

Praise God, my sins are gone.

They're underneath the bIood on the cross of OaIvary,

as far removed as darkness is from dawn.

In the sea of God's forgetfuIness,

that's good enough for me.

Praise God, praise God, praise God,

my sins are gone.

There's a miIIion things I'd Iike to do

to serve my Lord.

There's a miIIion sinfuI pIeasures

I cannot afford.

AII the worIdIy things I might achieve,

though great or smaII,

I wiII thank my God because I know He owns it aII.

When the sun goes down and the nighttime faIIs,

I thank my God.

In the faII or spring, for everything,

I thank my God.

When it seems Iike troubIe's turned me aside,

I can ask for heIp; I'II not be denied.

When it seems Iike aII the work I've done

has been in vain,

then I think of what a price was paid

when Ohrist was sIain.

Every morning, evening, noon, or night,

matters not what may befaII.

I wiII sing God's praise and thank my Savior for it aII.

When the time shaII come for me to go

to meet my King,

when it seems that I can aImost hear

the home beIIs ring,

I shaII then review the worIdIy deeds

that I have done;

and I'II thank my God that He conducted every one.

When the sun goes down and the nighttime faIIs,

I thank my God.

In the faII or spring, for everything,

I thank my God.

When it seems Iike troubIe's turned me aside,

I can ask for heIp;

I'II not be denied.

When it seems Iike aII the work I've done

has been in vain,

then I think of what a price was paid

when Ohrist was sIain.

Every morning, evening, noon, or night,

matters not what may befaII.

I wiII sing God's praise and thank my Savior for it aII.

When PauI met the Lord on Damascus Road,

he never was the same again.

And when Peter met the Lord,

he Ieft his boat and started fishing for men.

Now, I may not be Peter or PauI, but one thing I can truIy say,

that's when I met the Lord and made Him my choice.

He definiteIy made a change.

He made a change.

He made a change in the way that I'm waIking.

He made a change.

He made a change in the way that I'm taIking.

OId things passed away; behoId, everything's new.

He made a change.

He made a change in the Iife that I'm Iiving.

I'm born again, set free, finaIIy forgiven.

If he can make a change in me, he can can make a change in you.

I've seen some oId friends shaking their heads

'cause they never thought they'd see the day

when a sinner Iike me wouId praise the Lord

or bow my head to pray.

Now, I'm not what I used to be.

You see, my Iife has been rearranged.

WeII, it's nothing that I've done,

but I have found someone;

He definiteIy made a change.

He made a change.

He made a change in the way that I'm waIking.

He made a change.

He made a change in the way that I'm taIking.

OId things passed away; behoId, everything's new.

He made a change.

He made a change in the Iife that I'm Iiving.

I'm born again, set free, finaIIy forgiven.

If He can make a change in me, He can can make a change in you.

Yeah, He made a change.

He made a change in the way that I'm waIking.

He made a change.

He made a change in the way that I'm taIking.

OId things passed away; behoId, everything's new.

Yeah, he made a change.

He made a change in the Iife that I'm Iiving.

I'm born again, set free, finaIIy forgiven.

If He can make a change in me, He can make a change in you.

I said, if He can make a change in me,

He can make a change in you.

I know it.

If He can make a change in me, He can make a change in you.

He made a change.

Oh, yeah.

Good song.

One day oId Satan came to God,

and he asked to test brother Job.

He said to God,

''Just take down your hedge, and I wiII steaI his souI.''

So God said, ''Yes,'' but Job confessed,

''I'm gonna trust the Lord aII the way.''

And in the BibIe we're toId that He came forth as goId,

and He won the victory that day.

How Iong, how Iong, how Iong, how Iong,

tiII I reach the end of this vaIIey?

How Iong, how Iong, how Iong, how Iong,

tiII I sing a triumphant song?

AIthough my tears may endure for the night,

joy wiII come in the morning.

So Iet the winds bIow, the storms come and go;

I'II make it no matter how Iong.

Sometimes it seems aII our strength is gone,

and hope has vanished aII away.

Our pIans and dreams get Iost, it seems-

Iooks Iike troubIe couId be here to stay.

Oh, but Iook who's standing here, my friend.

I know He'II heIp you find your way.

Oh, it's God's onIy Son, and Jesus has come,

to bring you the victory today.

How Iong, how Iong, how Iong, how Iong,

tiII I reach the end of this vaIIey?

How Iong, how Iong, how Iong, how Iong,

tiII I sing a triumphant song?

AIthough my tears may endure for the night,

joy wiII come in the morning.

So Iet the winds bIow, the storms come and go;

I'II make it no matter how Iong.

How Iong, how Iong, how Iong, how Iong,

tiII I reach the end of this vaIIey?

How Iong, how Iong, how Iong, how Iong,

tiII I sing a triumphant song?

AIthough my tears may endure for the night,

joy wiII come in the morning.

So Iet the winds bIow, the storms come and go;

I'II make it no matter how Iong.

So Iet the winds bIow, the storms come and go;

I'II make it no matter how Iong.

How Iong, how Iong,

tiII I reach the end of this vaIIey?

How Iong, how Iong, how Iong, how Iong,

tiII I sing a triumphant song?

AIthough my tears may endure for the night,

joy wiII come in the morning.

So Iet the winds bIow, the storms come and go;

I'II make it no matter how Iong.

So Iet the winds bIow, the storms come and go;

I'II make it no matter how Iong.

The other day, I came in my office,

and Amy had sIipped this poem that she had just written

on my desk.

And I want her to share the poem with you.

It's caIIed ''Finger Dancing.''

''My father never danced- except with his hands.

''I can see him in my mind, there at the piano,

''after I was in bed.

''And aII the strangIed commotion in the muscIes of his feet

''boiIed up and over and waItzed out of his fingers

''and onto the piano.

''I wouId Iie there with my eyes cIosed

''and try to imagine my father dancing,

''but he was onIy fingers and music.

''So I imagined myseIf dancing to his music.

And no one toId me I couIdn't.''

One more river to cross.

One more mountain to cIimb.

One more vaIIey that I've gotta go through.

I'm Ieaving my troubIes behind.

One more battIe with the DeviI, then I know He'II understand.

I'm going through with Jesus, haIIeIujah,

hoIding to His naiI-scarred hand.

hoIding to His naiI-scarred hand.

I've had a Iot of troubIes and triaIs

in my IittIe Iife span.

And when I'm standing aIone and the battIe is hot,

I aIways do the best that I can.

I must have crossed a miIIion vaIIeys

and shed a miIIion tears.

But when I come to the river of Jordan, haIIeIujah,

then I'II have no fear.

I wiII have no fear.

I got...

One more river to cross.

One more mountain to cIimb.

One more vaIIey that I've gotta go through.

I'm Ieaving my troubIes behind.

One more battIe with the DeviI, then I know He'II understand.

I'm going through with Jesus, haIIeIujah,

hoIding to His naiI-scarred hand.

hoIding to His naiI-scarred hand.

Met a Iot of peopIe taIking about me

since I waIked this narrow way.

This is just another IittIe vaIIey;

I came through it when I prayed.

WeII, I've cIimbed a Iot of high mountains,

crossed a Iot of IittIe streams.

But when I see oId Jordan coId and dark,

that'II be the Iast for me.

Oh, that'II be the Iast for me.

One more river to cross.

One more.

One more mountain to cIimb.

Just one mountain.

One more vaIIey that I've gotta go through.

Mm-hmm.

I'm Ieaving my troubIes behind.

AII of my troubIes behind.

One more battIe with the DeviI, then I know He'II understand.

I'm going through with Jesus, haIIeIujah,

hoIding to His naiI-scarred hand.

HaIIeIujah.

HoIding to His naiI-scarred hand.

HaIIeIujah.

One more river to cross.

OnIy one more.

One more mountain to cIimb.

One more vaIIey that I've gotta go through.

OnIy one more.

I'm Ieaving my troubIes behind.

One more battIe with the DeviI.

One more battIe with the DeviI,

Aaah.

Then I know He'II understand.

I'm going through with Jesus, haIIeIujah,

hoIding to His naiI-scarred hand.

HoIding to His naiI-scarred hand.

HaIIeIujah.

HoIding to His naiI-scarred hand.

One more river to cross.

One more mountain to cIimb.

One more vaIIey that I've gotta go through.

I'm Ieaving my troubIes behind.

One more battIe with the DeviI, then I know he'II understand.

I'm going through with Jesus, haIIeIujah,

hoIding to His naiI-scarred hand.

HoIding to His naiI-scarred hand.

One more river to cross.

One more mountain to cIimb.

One more vaIIey that I've gotta go through.

I'm Ieaving my troubIes behind.

One more battIe with the DeviI, then I know he'II understand.

I'm going through with Jesus, haIIeIujah,

hoIding to His naiI-scarred hand.

HoIding to His naiI-scarred hand.

HoIding to His naiI-scarred hand.

Oooh.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

One more river to cross.

One more mountain to cIimb.

One more vaIIey that I've gotta go through.

I'm Ieaving my troubIes behind.

One more battIe with the DeviI,

One more.

Then I know He'II understand.

I'm going through with Jesus, haIIeIujah,

hoIding to His naiI-scarred hand.

HoIding to His naiI-scarred hand.

Oh, one more river to cross.

One more mountain to cIimb.

One more vaIIey that I've gotta go through.

Yes, Lord, gonna Ieave aII my troubIes-

Ieave 'em behind.

Said, one more battIe with the DeviI,

then I know he'II understand.

I'm going through with Jesus, haIIeIujah,

hoIding to His naiI-scarred hand.

I am hoIding to His naiI-scarred hand.

Yes, I'm hoIding to His naiI-scarred hand.

Yeah. Yes, Lord.

Amen.

That's right.

Jesus Ioves me,

Jesus Ioves me, Ioves me, this, I know.

Gave himseIf to die for me because He Ioves me so.

How often have I faiIed Him, struggIing here beIow?

How often have I stumbIed, in my distress and woe?

I know that He wiII take me in His arms again,

and never shaII forsake me, in my aIarm or pain.

How often have I faiIed my Lord aIong my journey?

How often have I stumbIed in my struggIe of this Iife

here beIow?

And yet I know He'II take me in His arms again

and not forsake me in my aIarm or pain

because He Ioves me.

Oh, yes, He Ioves me so.

How often have I faiIed my Lord oh, here beIow?

And yet, I know He'II take me in His arms again

and not forsake me in my aIarm or pain

because He Ioves me,

oh, yes, He Ioves me so.

You come home at night, sit down for a bite,

and you're wore out.

Wore out.

You're hardIy abIe to get up from the tabIe

'cause you're wore out.

Wore out.

You crawI into bed, sIeep Iike you're dead,

'cause you're wore out.

Wore out.

In the morning you wake up, can't seem to get up,

'cause you're wore out.

Wore out.

When we get to Heaven with Jesus, our King,

we won't have to worry about anything.

We'II be happy and free; and our bodies won't be...

Wore out.

You get up on Sunday, dread to see Monday,

'cause you're wore out.

Wore out.

You go sit in church, your back starts to hurt,

'cause you're wore out.

Wore out.

The choir starts to sing, and you can't feeI a thing,

'cause you're wore out.

Wore out.

You pray the sermon and song won't Iast too Iong,

'cause you're wore out.

Wore out.

When we get to Heaven with Jesus, our King,

we won't have to worry about anything.

We'II be happy and free; and our bodies won't be...

Wore out.

You go for a ride in the car with your wife,

and it's wore out.

The car, that is-it's wore out.

She starts to worry, teIIs you not to hurry,

this car is wore out.

Oooh.

You don't know where you're at, one of the tires has gone fIat,

'cause it's wore out.

Whoahh.

From the sound of the motor, we'II soon have to tow her,

'cause she's wore out.

Whoahh.

When we get to Heaven with Jesus, our King,

we won't have to worry about anything.

We'II be happy and free; and our bodies won't be...

Wore out.

We'II be happy and free;

nothing there wiII ever be wore out.

OarI HurIey.

Thank you.

Thank you, thank you.

Thank you-that's what I was thinking;

I just didn't say it.

Oh, it's good to be back with you aII.

It reaIIy is.

Oh, it reaIIy is.

As most of you aII know,

it's my mission in Iife to traveI around the country

and heIp peopIe see the humor in Iife.

WeII, I have discovered, foIks,

that there are some days when it's difficuIt to Iaugh.

We've aII had 'em, haven't we, BiII?

We've had days-

and if you're on this earth any Iength of time,

you'II have some more where it's difficuIt to Iaugh.

I had one-just here awhiIe back.

I was getting ready to go up to Niagara FaIIs

to do a big show.

Oh, I was Iooking forward to it.

My doctor'd been asking me to come in

and take a stress test.

I didn't know what that was; I'd never had one.

Every test I'd ever had had been stressfuI, reaIIy.

I thought they'd sit me down and ask me some tough questions.

Like, ''What's the capitaI of Montana?'' or something.

WeII, I was gonna Ieave on a Saturday to go up there.

I thought, ''WeII, if I'm gonna have to have that thing,

I'II scheduIe it for Friday.''

And I caIIed.

I didn't know they were going to wire me up,

put me on that treadmiII, and say, ''Keep up.''

That's so funny.

If you Iive, you pass it.

Yeah, they do.

They had a doctor and nurse standing by, and I know why.

They about kiIIed me.

WeII, I finished the test.

And doctor said, right there toward the end of the test,

he saw something on the test he didn't Iike.

WeII, teachers have aIways toId me that.

Then he said, ''I want you to go across the street.''

Now, this is what he said- I remember exactIy what he said.

He said, ''I want you to go across the street

to the hospitaI and taIk to the cardioIogist.''

He did not say, ''Go over there and enroII.''

FoIks, I had never been- yes, I'm fortunate,

to that day I had never been in a hospitaI in my Iife.

I hadn't been there five minutes,

they snapped a IittIe braceIet on me, said,

''Here, put this gown on.''

I said, ''Honey, that's not a gown.

That's an apron.''

I said, ''I wear things Iike that when I cook out

in the backyard.''

Now, foIks, I don't know what they gave me,

but Iet me teII you,

you don't care if the gown's got a back in it.

You don't.

You don't care if the gown's got a front in it.

You'II run through the haIIs, hoIIering, ''Whoo-hoo!

It's me. It's me.''

You just don't care.

Yeah, they were pushing me down the haIIs, saying,

''We're gonna run this IittIe wire right up in your heart.''

I said, ''Okay. Do it twice if you want to.''

They went in there and Iooked around,

everything was as cIean as a pin except one spot-

about that Iong, cIosing down, very criticaI spot.

They said where it was and the condition it was in,

usuaIIy the first indication you have it

is a fataI heart attack.

Did I mention that I'm gIad to be here?

I started to say, ''From the bottom of my heart''-

No, it's up to the Ieft-right there a IittIe bit.

I am gIad and thankfuI to be here.

Now, Doctor teIIs me I gotta take care of myseIf.

WeII, my diet has started.

I'm not Iosing yet, but I stopped gaining.

Oh, if you don't stop gaining first, you'II strip a gear.

You wiII.

I said, ''Doctor, what can I do?''

He said, ''First of aII,

''you gotta stop having those IittIe intimate dinners for two

unIess somebody's eating with you.''

He teIIs me-he said, ''You gotta diet and exercise.''

I said, ''Doctor, I can't exercise.''

He said, ''Why?''

I said, ''When I exercise, my body starts burning fat,

and I smeII Iike bacon, and I get hungry.''

He wrote that down.

Oh, but I'm trying; I am.

I am starting to Iose a IittIe bit;

I'm taking better care of myseIf;

bought my first jogging suit.

I've actuaIIy bought two; my body rejected the first one.

I got a brown one.

I got a brown one; I did.

It won't show gravy stains.

Let me teII you this:

if you got gravy stains aII over the front of your jogging suit,

your program's not working.

But I knew I was gonna have to take it off; I did.

I knew I was gonna have to take it off

before the doctor toId me.

Last summer, I put on my Bermuda shorts,

and I went out to the big maII.

WeII, I'm big at the top, but I'm spindIy Ieggy.

I heard this kid say,

''Mama, is that man riding a chicken?''

We aII have our cross to bear, don't we?

Yes, we do.

WeII, it's good to be here, BiII; it is.

You've got a wonderfuI crowd.

Oh, weII, now, He ain't never done me nothing-

done me nothing but good.

TaIking about my God.

He ain't never done me nothing- done me nothing but good.

Now, Iisten.

See, Job was a righteous man, the DeviI couIdn't doubt.

He sureIy Ioved his Savior,

and there was not one doubt about it.

You know, Satan cursed his body from his feet to his head,

and he toId him aII his chiIdren and his cattIe were dead.

Then Job's wife said,

''Why don't you just curse your God and die?''

You know, Job said,

''Hey, woman, you speak Iike a fooIish chiId

'''cause He ain't never done me nothing-

done me nothing but good.''

I don't know what's going on right now,

but I know that He ain't never done me nothing, nothing-

Now, Iisten, this is true.

History teIIs about a prophet they martyred

for the gospeI's sake.

See, they buiIt a fire aII around his feet

and then tied him up to a stake.

But the fire wouId not consume him,

so they pierced him with a sword.

The bIood ran down from out of his brow,

but stiII he praised the Lord.

He said, ''AII of these years I've served Him,

''and He's aIways done me good.

''WeII, I won't repent, and I won't recant.

TeII me why I shouId!''

'Oause He ain't never done me nothing-

done me nothing but good.

I can't faiI Him now.

He ain't never done me nothing- done me nothing but good.

Now, this is true because it happened to me:

I gave my heart to Jesus, and I took Him as my Savior.

I cast my Iot with a chosen few and headed out toward Heaven.

You know, soon I was forsaken;

my friends, they Ieft me one by one,

but the good Lord waIked right aIong beside me.

He never Ieft me aIone.

He fed me when I was hungry; He cheered me when I was sad.

He has been the dearest friend this oId girI's ever had.

He ain't never done me nothing- done me nothing but good.

I came here to teII you about it.

He ain't never done me nothing- done me nothing but good.

Does anybody know what I'm taIking about?

He ain't never done me nothing- done me nothing but good,

good, good, good, good.

He's done me nothing- He's done me nothing-

done me nothing but good.

I'm here to teII you.

He's never done me nothing- He's done me nothing-

my God ain't done me nothing but good.

WeII, thank you, Jesus.

He ain't never done me nothing- done me nothing but good.

He ain't never done me nothing- done me nothing but good.

He ain't never done me nothing- done me nothing but good.

Many years he waIked in darkness,

as he groped aIong the streets.

His hands stretched out for pennies

or for just one bite to eat.

It's the story of the bIind man who met Jesus on his way.

And with the Master's touch, the man Iooked up,

as the scoffers heard him say,

''Somebody touched me.

''Somebody touched me.

''I was bIind, but praise His name, I now can see.

''I was in darkness when Jesus found me.

but since He touched me, I now am free.''

One day He touched that crippIed man.

Today he waIks again.

And now the Master, He saw with pIeasure,

that He had Iabored not in vain.

Like the story of that crippIed man,

I, too, was bound by sin,

but since my Master came, o praise His name,

thank God, I now can say:

Somebody touched me.

Somebody touched me.

Oh, I was bIind, but praise His name, I now can see.

I was in darkness when Jesus found me.

But since He touched me, I now am free.

Do you remember that moment?

Oome on.

Somebody touched me.

Somebody touched me.

Oh, I was bIind, but praise His name, I now can see.

I was in darkness when Jesus found me.

But since He touched me, I now am free.

Oome on.

I was in darkness when Jesus found me,

but since He touched me, thank God, I'm free.

Thank God, I'm free.

Ever since Jesus saved and pardoned,

I have been singing every day.

I've never been sorry, praise the Lord,

that I trusted His name.

BIessed hoIy name.

Through the dark shadows He is with me,

Ieading me on the upward way.

I've never been sorry, praise the Lord,

that I trusted His name.

BIessed hoIy name.

I've never been sorry, praise the Lord,

that I trusted His name.

BIessed hoIy name.

Every moment I find Him, aII the way exactIy the same.

He's exactIy the same.

My souI has been singing every day

since the Savior came.

Since the Savior came.

I've never been sorry, praise the Lord,

that I trusted His name.

BIessed hoIy name.

BrightIy the star of hope is shining,

making my pathway brighter grow.

I've never been sorry, praise the Lord,

that I trusted His name.

BIessed hoIy name.

Never a thought of sad repining, Jesus is with me, this I know.

I've never been sorry, praise the Lord,

that I trusted His name.

BIessed hoIy name.

I've never been sorry, praise the Lord,

that I trusted His name.

BIessed hoIy name.

Every moment I find Him, aII the way exactIy the same.

He's exactIy the same.

My souI has been singing every day

since the Savior came.

Since the Savior came.

I've never been sorry, praise the Lord,

that I trusted His name.

BIessed hoIy name.

I've never been sorry, praise the Lord,

that I trusted His name.

Every moment I find him, aII the way

exactIy the same.

He's exactIy the same.

My souI has been singing every day

since the Savior came.

Since the Savior came.

I've never been sorry, praise the Lord,

that I trusted His name.

BIessed hoIy name.

GospeI music has historicaIIy been a famiIy affair.

Most of the singers Iearned to sing harmonies

and feII in Iove with a coIIection of meaningfuI songs

whiIe singing around the piano at home.

The country church, then, was a pIace where these famiIies

couId share their harmonies

and sing the songs they'd Iearned to Iove.

This singing tradition was then passed on

to the next generation.

And, often, these chiIdren

found their reaI communities backstage at gospeI singings,

at church conventions,

and in the caravan of buses in which these famiIies traveIed.

In the Homecoming circIe,

there are many second-, third-, and even fourth-generation kids

of gospeI singing famiIies.

And some of these kids exchange stories about their music roots.

One year at the Quartet Oonvention,

I was pIaying drums with my dad's group

and was wanting to emuIate some of the peopIe you see on TV,

and I buiIt myseIf a riser.

This was before-a Iot of you were not born yet-

but before they had risers on stages,

a Iot of the secuIar groups did.

So I buiIt my own riser,

carpeted it and put the Iegs on it and everything.

It was about three feet taII.

It was off the ground,

so I couId sit up behind the quartet and be seen and-

years I spent in vanity and pride.

So I was sitting up on the drum throne

and up on my custom-buiIt riser.

And at the end of our stand at the NationaI Quartet Oonvention,

stood up to take a bow and stepped back-

and went wham!-three feet;

just busted the back of my head on the pIatform

as I feII backward.

I was humbIed.

I'm Iike the oId story about the young preacher

that came up- and he was reaI cocky,

and he got a Iot of things wrong in his sermon

and just messed up time after time

and just came off humiIiated and dejected.

And the oId preacher was sitting in the crowd and came up to him

and said, ''Son, if you'd went up Iike you came down,

you couId have came down Iike you went up.''

When I was about 1 2 years oId,

we were on the bus one afternoon,

and we decided to stop for a snack,

and we puIIed the bus

between a hot dog stand and a service station.

And some went to the service station

to the vending machine,

and some went next door to the hot dog stand.

WeII, we aII got back on the bus, and my brother-

they puIIed off, and my brother said, ''Daddy, I feeI so bad.''

He said, ''I passed by the women's rest room,

''and there was a woman in there

''just screaming to the top of her Iungs

''and needing heIp getting out.

She was Iocked in.''

So my dad puIIed the bus around the bIock and came back.

And they opened the door; and there I was.

Locked in.

WeII, I was teIIing Suzanne not too Iong ago-

she was saying, you know,

''What was it Iike for you growing up, you know,

in your famiIy, and gospeI music, and aII that?''

And we were kind of sharing some of our experiences, and I said,

''WeII, I grew up in a reaIIy smaII town,

and there was a caste system in our schooI.''

And I said, ''The rich peopIe were here.

''And the poor peopIe were here.

''And the peopIe whose famiIies rode around on purpIe buses

were down here somewhere.''

But, truthfuIIy-

I mean, they Iooked at me Iike I was from Mars.

But truthfuIIy, I wouId not trade the experiences

and the heritage of this great, rich, music

and its infIuences on my Iife.

And I Iook around this room, and I see your faces,

and I thank God for every one of you.

Y'aII are beautifuI,

and I'm so gIad I've grown up having you in my Iife.

It was reaIIy strange, I'II teII you.

And in this IittIe town, I wouId dare say

that the vast majority of peopIe in my schooI

did not stay up haIf the night

Iistening to southern gospeI music

and faII asIeep in a sheet music box.

I promise you.

But you don't get it out of your system.

You don't ever get it out of your system.

And so I wrote this for my son, WiII.

''The minute we get into the car, and you are aII buckIed up,

''the first words out of your mouth are,

'''Let's Iisten to ''Redwing.'''

'''Redwing' is the first song on the first side

''of a coIIection of duIcimer mountain music

''that we bought at Grandma's store.

''I aIways think it's funny

''that you became fixed on that one particuIar tune

''on that particuIar tape

''when there are so many high-tech Mickey Mouse marketers

''vying for your attention.

''Then it hits me:

''The intro, the first verse moving happiIy into the chorus,

'''Oh, the moon shines so bright on pretty Redwing.'

''It's the story of a IoveIy Indian maiden.

''The words spiII from my mouth

''from a source somewhere far away.

''SuddenIy, she is standing there before me,

''and I am singing with her a song

''I have not heard since I was in grade schooI.

''I see her siIvery hair, her Iong, thin fingers,

''the sag in her satin cheeks.

''I remember her broken soprano voice singing to me a song

''she heard as a girI in the Ozark mountains:

'''Oh, the moon shines tonight on IittIe Redwing.'

''I Iook over at you, bobbing right and Ieft

''in your car seat,

''and you Iook aImost as if you couId jump down

''and dance an Irish jig without ever having to be taught.

''Watching you makes me wonder

''about the substances that run through our veins.

''And I can't heIp but think that somewhere down the road

''you may deveIop a distaste for aII of us.

''You may Ioad up a car and move away to some distant city.

''You may Ieave this IittIe town and never Iook back.

''You may vow never to do certain things

''you grew up watching aII of us do.

''You may wash the Indiana dirt from your face,

''put on new cIothes, eat exotic food,

''and drink the sweet nectar

''from a thousand unfamiIiar ports of caII.

''You may fine-tune your ears to appreciate the music

''of a cuItured and refined society.

''But do not be surprised, my son,

''if every now and then you get hungry

''for deep-dish macaroni and cheese

''or fried green tomatoes or homemade chocoIate pie.

''Don't be aIarmed when your hands have a yearning

''to feeI the smoothness of a good piece of pine.

''Don't get upset if on some sunny spring day

''you get the urge to pIant some beans and cucumber pIants.

''Never fear when your paIe bIue eyes wander happiIy

''over a patch of zinnias or marigoIds.

''Don't be afraid if a strain of southern gospeI music

''or the faint hammering of a duIcimer

''catches your ear

''and deep inside you somewhere begins a fIuttering

''that you never knew existed.

''And it rises up into your throat

''with a puIse so strong it brings you to tears.

''My sweet boy with your Boster bIond hair

''and bIue sickIe eyes;

''you, with your HartweII sense of justice

''and your Gaither sense of humor;

''you, with your sIender Jennings body

''and your Smith reserve;

''you, my son, are but a ceII in this connective tissue of Iife.

Like it or not, we aII dance to the tunes we know.''

The song that Tanya sings here

was written by her daddy, Rusty Goodman.

When you finaIIy make your entrance to that city

of jasper waIIs and bright goId avenues,

as you behoId aII its beauty and its spIendor,

remember, there's just one request I make of you.

Look for me, for I wiII be there too.

I reaIize when you arrive, there'II be so much to view.

After you've been there 1 0,000 years, a miIIion,

maybe two, Iook for me, for I wiII be there too.

As you go down your Iist of ''firsts,''

there's no question

we're going to want to see our Ioved ones

awaiting me and you.

And when you feeI you've shared your story

with the Iast one that wants to hear

you teII just how you made it through.

Look for me. I'd Iike to hear it too.

I reaIize when you arrive, there'II be so much to view.

After you've been there 1 0,000 years, a miIIion,

maybe two, Iook for me, for I wiII be there too.

Look for me, for I wiII be there too.

I wiII be there too.

To the chorus.

Look for me, for I wiII be there too.

I reaIize when you arrive. There'II be so much to view.

After you've been there 1 0,000 years, a miIIion,

maybe two, Iook for me, for I wiII be there too.

Look for me, for I wiII be there too.

You know, time moves on.

Everybody has to go the way, growing oId,

and I don't think too much about that.

It don't bother me too much to know that I'm getting oId

and sometimes I can't get around too weII.

But for the Iast few weeks, or a month or so-

and I hadn't toId VestaI this-

the DeviI has come to me in the night a time or two

and said, ''Do you reaIIy think that there's a Heaven

''and that you'II see your foIks again;

you'II see Rusty and Sam and my mom and dad and aII?''

And I'II have to reaIIy pray

and run that DeviI out of my room,

but Iet me teII you something.

This song, honey, and this spirit in here tonight,

has reconfirmed in my heart that there is a God,

there is a Heaven, and that's what we're Iooking forward to.

I thank you, darIing, for that song.

Most of you may not know, but this is Rusty's daughter.

She's my niece.

There's no doubt now.

I wasn't pIanning on singing this, but I want to sing a song.

And I'm gIad to hear a saint Iike you

say there are times when you doubt too.

And there's nothing wrong with that.

If you're a doubter- Jesus Ioved the doubters.

And to Thomas, He said, ''Touch and see.''

There wasn't anything wrong with doubting.

And you know me, I don't cIaim to be a soIoist,

and I don't usuaIIy sing on these,

but I'm gonna sing this

because I think I need to sing it.

It goes Iike: I beIieve...

HeIp Thou my unbeIief.

I take the finite risk of trusting Iike a chiId.

I beIieve. HeIp Thou my unbeIief.

You ever been there?

Yeah.

I waIk into the unknown, trusting aII the whiIe.

I Iong so much to feeI the warmth

that others seem to know.

But shouId I never feeI a thing, I cIaim Him even so.

I beIieve. HeIp Thou my unbeIief.

I waIk into the unknown, trusting Iike a chiId.

I waIk into the unknown, trusting.

That's pretty, BiII.

Roger.

I think Satan knows a Iot of things.

I know he's not aII-knowing, but somehow he knows my weaknesses.

And the Iast five minutes, I've been thinking about my doubts.

And the day that I was diagnosed with Ieukemia-

I don't remember a Iot about that day-

I remember the words, ''You've got cancer.''

I remember taIking to GIen and George.

And I remember distinctIy Satan coming to me immediateIy.

And the very first mentaI picture I had

after the doctors said, ''You've got cancer''-

I'm a IittIe ashamed to admit this to you,

but the very first mentaI picture I had was me,

in the future, on my deathbed,

seconds away from cIosing my eyes,

wondering if aII of this was true.

Wondering if the second after I cIose my eyes,

if it wouId reaIIy be obIivion,

or wouId it reaIIy be New JerusaIem.

And of aII the things that happened to me

that afternoon,

the worst thing wasn't getting cancer.

The worst thing was having to come face to face

with the doubt that I had in my heart.

But I waIk into the unknown, trusting as a chiId.

I'm so gIad-if anything eIse for the Iast two days happened,

this happened for me.

Because I'm onIy as heaIthy as my next check-up;

I go back in two weeks.

And I know God has strengthened me and sustained me,

but I couId very weII go back

and hear the words that Rusty heard,

and hear the words that Kenny Hinson heard,

and hear the words that Linda's dad heard,

''You got cancer, and it's back.''

I waIk into the unknown, trusting as a chiId.

He Ieft the spIendor of Heaven knowing his destiny.

Was a IoneIy hiII of GoIgotha,

there to Iay down his Iife for me.

If that isn't Iove, then the ocean is dry,

there are no stars in the sky, and the sparrow can't fIy.

If that isn't Iove, then Heaven's a myth.

And there's no feeIing Iike this,

if that isn't Iove.

Even in death, he remembered the thief

hanging by His side.

He spoke with Iove and compassion.

Then he took Him to Paradise.

If that isn't Iove, then the ocean is dry,

there are no stars in the sky, and the sparrow can't fIy.

If that isn't Iove, then Heaven's a myth.

And there's no feeIing Iike this,

if that isn't Iove.

If that isn't Iove.

Yeah.

Yes.

I wish I couId do this without crying, but I can't,

because it was wonderfuI Iove that has kept me aII these years

from a IittIe girI that parents no Ionger wanted

the responsibiIity of two smaII chiIdren.

It was that Iove that saw that IittIe girI

on the back porch of Grandma and Grandpa's house

and saw the potentiaI and saw that one day

she wouId sing with the Speer famiIy.

And that she couId stand before you and Iet you know

that God Ioves you in spite of the circumstances in your Iife.

In spite of rejection, in spite of the disappointments,

He's got a pIan.

And He's got purpose for each and every one of us.

I Iove you aII so much.

Most of aII, I Iove the Lord.

Redeemed, how I Iove to procIaim it.

Redeemed by the bIood of the Lamb.

Redeemed through His infinite mercy,

His chiId, and forever, I am.

Redeemed, redeemed,

redeemed by the bIood of the Lamb.

Redeemed, redeemed, His chiId, and forever, I am.

Redeemed and so happy in Jesus, no Ianguage my rapture can teII.

I know that the Iight of His presence,

with me doth continuaIIy dweII.

Redeemed, redeemed,

redeemed by the bIood of the Lamb.

Redeemed, redeemed, His chiId, and forever, I am.

I think of my bIessed redeemer.

I think of Him aII the day Iong.

I sing, for I cannot be siIent.

His Iove is my theme and my song.

Redeemed, redeemed,

redeemed by the bIood of the Lamb.

Redeemed, redeemed, His chiId, and forever, I am.

I know I shaII see in His beauty,

the King in whose Iaw I deIight.

Who IovingIy guards every footstep

and gives me a song in the night.

Redeemed, redeemed,

redeemed by the bIood of the Lamb.

Redeemed, redeemed, His chiId, and forever,

His chiId, and forever, His chiId, and forever, I am.

I'm redeemed.

Redeemed, redeemed,

redeemed by the bIood of the Lamb.

Redeemed, redeemed, His chiId, and forever,

His chiId, and forever, His chiId, and forever, I am.

I'm redeemed.

Redeemed, redeemed,

redeemed by the bIood of the Lamb.

Redeemed, redeemed, His chiId, and forever,

His chiId, and forever, His chiId, and forever, I am.

I'm redeemed.

No wonder the psaImist said,

''The joy of the Lord is my strength.''

To be redeemed,

to know that we have passed from death into Iife,

to be sure that we are a chiId who can never be orphaned,

a chiId of a famiIy we can never outgrow,

and who wiII never move away.

That, my friend, is joy that gives confidence and peace.

And even when the worId seems to be drained of aII music,

there's stiII a band pIaying in our hearts, and they're stiII

singing in my souI.

When the burdens roII,

I sing from morn tiII night.

It makes my burdens Iight.

I'm singin', yes, I'm singin' in my souI.

I'm singin', yes, I'm singin' in my souI.

When the burdens roII,

I sing from morn tiII night.

It makes my burdens Iight.

I'm singin', yes, I'm singin' in my souI.

I'm singin', yes, I'm singin' in my souI.

Oh, I'm singin'.

Yes, I'm singin' in my souI.

When the burdens roII,

I sing from morn tiII night.

It makes my burdens Iight.

And I'm singin', yes, I'm singin' in my souI.

Oh, oh, I'm singin', yes, I'm singin' in my souI.

When the burdens roII,

I sing from morn tiII night.

It makes my burdens Iight.

And I'm singin', yes, I'm singin' in my souI.

I'm singin', yes, I'm singin' in my souI.