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Play the song ‘Your Steadfast Love’ by Don Moen from the album Worship with Don Moen

Lyrics:

Your steadfast love
extends to the heavens
Your faithfulness
reaches to the clouds
Your righteousness
is like majestic mountains
And Your wisdom
like the depths of the sea

And you come to me
Filling my heart
With Your loving kindness
I find my peace
In the shadow of Your wings
I eat my fill
from the abundance of Your household
And I drink
from the streams of rejoicing

O Jesus
You are my King
You are my King
You are my King (2)

Your steadfast love
extends to the heavens
Your faithfulness
reaches to the clouds
Your righteousness
is like majestic mountains
And Your wisdom
like the depths of the sea

And you come to me
Filling my heart
With Your loving kindness
I find my peace
In the shadow of Your wings
I eat my fill
from the abundance of Your household
And I drink
from the streams of rejoicing

O Jesus
You are my King
You are my King
You are my King (2)

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Play the song ‘The Touch of The Master’s Hand’ by Afterglow

Lyrics:

The Auctioneer held up the old violin and,
surveying the crowd, he asked with a grin,
“What am I bid for the old violin?”
And he held it up with the bow.

“A dollar or two? Who’ll make it three?
Perhaps it has no real value,” said he.
“But what am I bid for the old violin?”
And he held it up with the bow.

When no one spoke and the auctioneer sighed,
and took the old fiddle to set it aside,
when far in the rear there a rose an old man,
and walked to the front of the row.

He lovingly brushed the dust from its face
and tightened the strings, put the bow in it’s place.
Then drawing the bow with a move sure and slow,
the old man began to play

With the touch of the master’s hand
the old violin sang a song from within,
and the list’ners began to understand
the touch of the master’s hand.

The old man concluded and shuffled away,
and the auctioneer looked where the violin lay.
Then raising it up, he turned to the crowd
with a voice that was humble and low,

“Who’ll start the bidding? A thousand,” said he.
“Two thousand once, and who’ll give me three?
Three thousand going and three thousand gone,”
he whispered, then turned away.

Well, some in the crowd were confused and amazed.
What changed the value from night to day?
Was the old violin not the same as before?
It seemed they could not understand.

For many a life scarred and battered with sin
can find a great change, like the old violin,
When our eyes are opened, our hearts touched from within
by the touch of the Master’s hand.

With the touch of the Master’s hand,
the old violin sang a song from within
And the list’ners began to understand,
the touch of the Master’s hand.

With the touch of the Master’s hand,
Like the old violin, our heart sings from within,
when we look on His face to understand,
it’s the touch of the Master’s hand.

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Play the song ‘Prayer’ by Celine Dion

Lyrics:

Can we touch the soul of heaven
Can we unite a sacred lesson
Every child creates a skylight of beauty
Can you hear cathedrals falling
All the universe is calling
Cry a single cello from your heart
Since the world has lost her way
Loneliness journey endlessly
Yet the promised chance remains
Gift of what could be

So let the children remember the sun
Let them dance let them soar
For their lives have begun
Let the children engender the rain
As the river runs through fields
Forever subsiding their pain
Prayer

Every voice along the shoreline
Standing still within time
Spinning unresolved
The Walking
As each season passes
Wonderland of looking glasses
Secret garden shires beckons you
Gentle flower, don’t fade away
Sweet innocence still harbors thee
In the faith of golden dreams
Where one love lives eternally

Let the children remember the sun
Let them dance let them soar
For their lives have begun
Let the children engender the rain
As the river runs through fields
Forever subsiding their pain
Prayer
Prayer
Prayer

Bless the children for they are the light
They are the truth of spirit in flight
Yes the children engender the rain
As the river runs through life
Healing their pain
if you could just reach your heart one last time
Sweet angels, conceive you have
Forever and always believed Prayer
Prayer
Prayer
Prayer