<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406721896538781374</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:19:36.769-08:00</updated><category term='Wish I Could Count the Times'/><category term='Christian lyrics'/><category term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>THINGS TO COME</title><subtitle type='html'>Better Get Ready</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whowillgoforme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406721896538781374/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowillgoforme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stan the Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16809934505977609753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sTvikjPpTiE/R-SgtNwl1PI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qaSy1CufMDc/S220/stantheman.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406721896538781374.post-2390426693233172280</id><published>2010-05-03T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T21:18:28.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GIVE IT YOUR BEST</title><content type='html'>by Stan C. Countz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the smile has left your face &lt;br /&gt;Your eyes look sad and tired to me  &lt;br /&gt;Did you lose sight of the truth?&lt;br /&gt;Or are you just too blind to see?&lt;br /&gt;As long as He is on the throne  &lt;br /&gt;That’s not the way it has to  be  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;You don’t need to be down &lt;br /&gt;Don't need to be depressed&lt;br /&gt;Things will come around&lt;br /&gt;If you’ll give it your best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERSE 2&lt;br /&gt;We all worry and fret but don’t forget&lt;br /&gt;A stranger is a friend we’ve never met&lt;br /&gt;It's a cryin’ shame to waste our breath&lt;br /&gt;Imprisoned by all those old lame regrets&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday is a cancelled check &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow hasn't happened yet  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERSE 3&lt;br /&gt;Don’t fret from all the nameless fears &lt;br /&gt;We were still wet behind the ears…&lt;br /&gt;Remember all those ceaseless tears&lt;br /&gt;Well, it’s never as bad as it appears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUTRO&lt;br /&gt;I still believe we're destined to succeed  &lt;br /&gt;You gotta lead, follow or get out of the way &lt;br /&gt;Don’t mean to be naïve or lead you astray&lt;br /&gt;But there’s no need to be filled with dismay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS / OUTRO&lt;br /&gt;No need to be cast down &lt;br /&gt;No need to be depressed&lt;br /&gt;Things will come around&lt;br /&gt;If you’ll give it your best&lt;br /&gt;I once was lost but now I’m found&lt;br /&gt;Was blind but now I see&lt;br /&gt;Was hell bent and earth bound&lt;br /&gt;But now I’m finally free…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406721896538781374-2390426693233172280?l=whowillgoforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whowillgoforme.blogspot.com/feeds/2390426693233172280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406721896538781374&amp;postID=2390426693233172280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406721896538781374/posts/default/2390426693233172280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406721896538781374/posts/default/2390426693233172280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowillgoforme.blogspot.com/2010/05/give-it-your-best.html' title='GIVE IT YOUR BEST'/><author><name>Stan the Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16809934505977609753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sTvikjPpTiE/R-SgtNwl1PI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qaSy1CufMDc/S220/stantheman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406721896538781374.post-4710823247994148366</id><published>2009-01-06T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T10:37:39.600-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wish I Could Count the Times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian lyrics'/><title type='text'>WISH I COULD COUNT THE TIMES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;by Stan C. Countz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V1&lt;br /&gt;How many times have I stumbled at night?&lt;br /&gt;How many times have I wondered why?&lt;br /&gt;How many times have I run from the light?&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could count the times…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V2&lt;br /&gt;How many times have I lost my way?&lt;br /&gt;How many times have I forgotten to pray?&lt;br /&gt;How many times have I disobeyed?&lt;br /&gt;More than the stars in the sky…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could count the times&lt;br /&gt;You came through in that final hour&lt;br /&gt;If I’d have only seen the signs&lt;br /&gt;Of your majesty and power&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could count the times&lt;br /&gt;You proved your word was true&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could count the times&lt;br /&gt;You were there to see me through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRIDGE&lt;br /&gt;I always tried to stay inside the lines&lt;br /&gt;Hoped and prayed one day the sun would shine&lt;br /&gt;My life had no reason or rhyme&lt;br /&gt;But a better friend I could never find&lt;br /&gt;A friend that gives and cares&lt;br /&gt;That’s always good and kind&lt;br /&gt;That never gives in or despairs&lt;br /&gt;That’s there in a pinch or a bind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS / OUTRO&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could count the times&lt;br /&gt;You came through in that final hour&lt;br /&gt;If I’d have only seen the signs&lt;br /&gt;Of your majesty and power&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could count the times&lt;br /&gt;You proved your word was true&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could count the times&lt;br /&gt;You were there to see me through&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406721896538781374-4710823247994148366?l=whowillgoforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whowillgoforme.blogspot.com/feeds/4710823247994148366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406721896538781374&amp;postID=4710823247994148366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406721896538781374/posts/default/4710823247994148366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406721896538781374/posts/default/4710823247994148366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowillgoforme.blogspot.com/2009/01/wish-i-could-count-times.html' title='WISH I COULD COUNT THE TIMES'/><author><name>Stan the Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16809934505977609753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sTvikjPpTiE/R-SgtNwl1PI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qaSy1CufMDc/S220/stantheman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406721896538781374.post-6160017621362813656</id><published>2008-07-16T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T01:02:10.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A CONTRARIAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lyrics by Stan C. Countz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the herd is runnin’ one way&lt;br /&gt;I wanna turn around and run the other&lt;br /&gt;If they’re all foldin’, somethin’ makes me stay&lt;br /&gt;If they’re holdin’, I wanna run for cover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess you could say… I’m a contrarian&lt;br /&gt;It don’t take a great librarian&lt;br /&gt;To look up the meanin’&lt;br /&gt;I just look at which way&lt;br /&gt;The crowd is leanin’&lt;br /&gt;And run the other way&lt;br /&gt;Guess you could say…I’m a contrarian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everyone is standin’, all of sudden I just wanna sit&lt;br /&gt;But when I’m feelin’ abandoned, I never wanna quit&lt;br /&gt;If the lemmings are all jumping off the top of the cliff&lt;br /&gt;Don’t mean that you and me have to do it, now does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not if we’re a contrarian…&lt;br /&gt;If they say “stay single”&lt;br /&gt;We wanna marry ‘em&lt;br /&gt;If they say “have it natural”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want a Ceasarian&lt;br /&gt;If they say “let him fall”&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, we wanna carry him&lt;br /&gt;If they say “he’s OK”&lt;br /&gt;We wanna bury him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It don’t take a great librarian&lt;br /&gt;To look up the meanin’&lt;br /&gt;We just look at which way&lt;br /&gt;The crowd is leanin’&lt;br /&gt;And run the other way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the shoe fits, it don’t mean &lt;br /&gt;you have to wear it&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you just have to &lt;br /&gt;Grin and bear it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you see any semblance&lt;br /&gt;If you see a resemblance&lt;br /&gt;You just may be  &lt;br /&gt;A contrarian&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that you don’t marry one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cuz if you do, I’m gonna tell ya the truth&lt;br /&gt;Your ride is gonna be a scary one&lt;br /&gt;‘Cuz it aint’ easy to be&lt;br /&gt;Married to a contrarian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406721896538781374-6160017621362813656?l=whowillgoforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whowillgoforme.blogspot.com/feeds/6160017621362813656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406721896538781374&amp;postID=6160017621362813656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406721896538781374/posts/default/6160017621362813656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406721896538781374/posts/default/6160017621362813656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowillgoforme.blogspot.com/2008/07/contrarian.html' title='A CONTRARIAN'/><author><name>Stan the Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16809934505977609753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sTvikjPpTiE/R-SgtNwl1PI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qaSy1CufMDc/S220/stantheman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406721896538781374.post-7925975656327371536</id><published>2008-07-14T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T14:58:57.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THINGS TO COME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;by Stan C. Countz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a rider on a white horse &lt;br /&gt;He wore a crown on his head&lt;br /&gt;He rode out as a conqueror &lt;br /&gt;And held a bow to his chest&lt;br /&gt;Bent on conquest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close up and seal the scroll &lt;br /&gt;Until the end of time&lt;br /&gt;Many will go to and fro &lt;br /&gt;And will be purified&lt;br /&gt;Made spotless and refined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wicked will grow and increase &lt;br /&gt;And cry peace when there is no peace&lt;br /&gt;They cannot see; their eyes are blind &lt;br /&gt;Those who are wise will be of one mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll go to a peaceful people &lt;br /&gt;Who think they’re safe &lt;br /&gt;Against the day of evil&lt;br /&gt;No bars, walls or gates &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be not shaken in mind or troubled&lt;br /&gt;By spirit, letter or word &lt;br /&gt;As though the day had come &lt;br /&gt;And you had just not heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let no one deceive you &lt;br /&gt;For that Day will not come &lt;br /&gt;‘Til first the falling away &lt;br /&gt;And the man of sin &lt;br /&gt;The son of perdition&lt;br /&gt;Has been revealed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one thought it odd at all&lt;br /&gt;He sits as God in the temple&lt;br /&gt;He exalts himself above all &lt;br /&gt;That is worshipped or called God &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the abomination of desolation&lt;br /&gt;The nations of the earth he deceives&lt;br /&gt;The ten horns are ten kings &lt;br /&gt;No kingdom have they yet received&lt;br /&gt;But they will receive power &lt;br /&gt;For one fateful hour &lt;br /&gt;As kings with the beast&lt;br /&gt;And the nations will be deceived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are of one mind and one accord&lt;br /&gt;And give their authority to the beast&lt;br /&gt;These will make war with the Lamb&lt;br /&gt;The King of Kings and Lord of Lords&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who are with Him &lt;br /&gt;Are called, chosen and faithful &lt;br /&gt;The waters where the harlot sits&lt;br /&gt;Are peoples, tongues and nations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ten horns on the beast&lt;br /&gt;Will hate the harlot with great desire&lt;br /&gt;Make her desolate and naked&lt;br /&gt;Eat her flesh and burn her with fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For they are of one heart and mind&lt;br /&gt;And give their kingdom to the beast&lt;br /&gt;The woman is that city which reigns &lt;br /&gt;Over the greatest and the least&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seven heads are seven mountains &lt;br /&gt;On which the woman sits&lt;br /&gt;For the nations have drunk the wine &lt;br /&gt;Of the wrath of her sin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kings of the earth have sinned with her&lt;br /&gt;And the merchants have been enriched &lt;br /&gt;With her luxury; the kings will weep for her&lt;br /&gt;When they see the smoke of her burning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing at a distance for fear of her torment&lt;br /&gt;Saying, ‘Alas, alas, that great city Babylon&lt;br /&gt;In one hour your judgment has come.’&lt;br /&gt;The merchants of the earth will mourn her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For no one buys her wares anymore&lt;br /&gt;Mystery Babylon, the great harlot &lt;br /&gt;Gold, silver, precious stones and pearls&lt;br /&gt;Fine linen and purple, silk and scarlet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precious wood, ivory&lt;br /&gt;Cinnamon and incense&lt;br /&gt;Bronze, iron and marble&lt;br /&gt;Oil and frankincense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wine and oil&lt;br /&gt;Flour and wheat&lt;br /&gt;Horses and chariots&lt;br /&gt;Cattle and sheep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men’s bodies and souls &lt;br /&gt;The fruit you longed for &lt;br /&gt;And all the splendid things &lt;br /&gt;You’ll find them no more &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These rich merchants &lt;br /&gt;Will stand at a distance &lt;br /&gt;For fear of her torment&lt;br /&gt;Weeping and wailing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And saying, ‘Alas, alas, &lt;br /&gt;That great city clothed &lt;br /&gt;In linen, purple, scarlet and gold &lt;br /&gt;Pearls and precious stones &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one hour came to nothing &lt;br /&gt;Those who trade and ply the sea&lt;br /&gt;Stood at a distance and could see &lt;br /&gt;The smoke of her burning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying, ‘What is like this great city?’&lt;br /&gt;They threw dust on their heads &lt;br /&gt;And cried out wailing and weeping &lt;br /&gt;Saying, ‘that city is now desolate.’&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406721896538781374-7925975656327371536?l=whowillgoforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whowillgoforme.blogspot.com/feeds/7925975656327371536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406721896538781374&amp;postID=7925975656327371536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406721896538781374/posts/default/7925975656327371536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406721896538781374/posts/default/7925975656327371536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whowillgoforme.blogspot.com/2008/07/things-to-come.html' title='THINGS TO COME'/><author><name>Stan the Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16809934505977609753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sTvikjPpTiE/R-SgtNwl1PI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qaSy1CufMDc/S220/stantheman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
