Sunday Morning Mountain Gospel Music 216

 

GOD BLESS OUR TROOPS AND VETERANS AND THOSE WHO PAID THE ULTIMATE SACRIFICE

SEVEN HILLSIDES sung by RICKY SKAGGS and KENTUCKY THUNDER

All night I've wrestled Jacob's Angels
And prayed with Matthew, Luke and John
Struggling to find the words to face the task
That comes upon the blood red dawn.

I've buried men before their time
Of alcohol and blackened lung
But how to bury seven of these
Appalachian miners' sons
Who stormed the beaches wave on wave,
And sailed home to these rocky graves
In family plots that bear their names.

Tomorrow I'll walk up, seven hillsides
Tremble before my flock on seven hillsides
Seven sorrows, seven sons, seven mothers and every one
Will turn to me for the word of God, what does this mean?
And there I'll stand good book in hand,
A shepherd to these precious lambs
What will I say, what will I say, what can I say?

To tell the truth I'd never thought much
About the Will of God before.
But called to preach at seventeen
I was in love with fiery words and not much more.
The time has come to keep the Faith
For others shattered by their loss.
Remind them of the loving God
Whose Son like theirs paid the cost.
To save a sad and wicked world
Through sacrifice our love is heard
And pray that I believe those words.

Tomorrow I'll walk up, seven hillsides
Tremble before my flock on seven hillsides
Seven sorrows, seven sons, seven mothers and every one
Will turn to me for the word of God, what does this mean?
And there I'll stand, Good Book in hand,
A shepherd to these precious lambs
What will I say, What will I say, What can I say?
What will I say, What will I say, What can I say?...........


Songwriters: Naoise Sheridan / Walt Wilkins

Seven Hillsides lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

Blessed Memorial Day 2018

Seven Hillsides sung by Ricky Skaggs and Kentucky Thunder

All night I wrestled Jacob's Angel
Prayed with Matthew, Luke and John
Struggling to find the words to face the task
That comes upon the blood red dawn

I've buried men before their time
Of alcohol and blackened lung
But how to bury seven of these Appalachian miners' sons
Who stormed the beaches wave on wave
And sailed home to these rocky graves
In family plots that bear their names

Tomorrow I'll walk up Seven Hillsides
Tremble before my flock on Seven Hillsides
Seven sorrows, seven sons, seven Mothers and every one
Will turn to me for the Word of God, what does this mean
And there I'll stand, Good Book in hand
A shepherd to these precious lambs
What will I say, What will I say, What can I say

To tell the truth I'd never thought much about the Will of God before
But called to preach at seventeen I was in love with fiery words
And not much more
The time has come to keep the Faith for others shattered by their loss
Remind them of the Loving God whose son like theirs paid the cost
To save a sad and wicked world, through sacrifice our love is heard
And pray that I believe those words

Tomorrow I'll walk up Seven Hillsides
Tremble before my flock on Seven Hillsides
Seven sorrows, seven sons, seven Mothers and every one
Will turn to me for the Word of God, what does this mean
And there I'll stand, Good Book in hand
A shepherd to these precious lambs
What will I say, What will I say, What can I say..........

Sunday Morning Mountain Gospel Music 165

Seven Hillsides sung by Ricky Skaggs

All night I've wrestled Jacob's angels
And prayed with Matthew, Luke and John
Struggling to find the words to face the task
That comes upon the blood red dawn.

I've buried men before their time
Of alcohol and blackened lung
But how to bury seven of these
Appalachian miners sons.
Who stormed the beaches wave on wave,
And sailed home to these rocky graves
In family plots that bared their names.

Tomorrow I'll walk up, seven hillsides
Tremble before my flock on seven hillsides
Seven sorrows, seven sons, seven mothers and every one
Will turn to me for the Word of God, what does this mean?
And there I'll stand Good Book in hand,
A shepherd to these precious lambs
What will I say, what will I say, what can I say?

To tell the truth I'd never thought much
About the will of God before.
Called to preach at seventeen
I was in love with fiery words and not much more.
The time has come to keep the faith
For others shattered by their loss.
Remind them of the loving God
Whose son like theirs paid the cost.
To save a sad and wicked world
Through sacrifice our love is heard
And pray that I believe those words.

Tomorrow I'll walk up, seven hillsides
Tremble before my flock on seven hillsides
Seven sorrows, seven sons, seven mothers and every one
Will turn to me for the word of God, what does this mean?
And there I'll stand Good Book in hand,
A shepherd to these precious lambs
What will I say, what will I say, what can I say?


Written by Naoise Sheridan, Walt Wilkins • Copyright © Universal Music Publishing Group

Memorial Day Blessings

 

There are two songs for Memorial day today, please don't forget the second one below Angel Flight.  My greatest Respect and Gratitude to all our brave Veterans, past and present.  Thank you for the Sacrifices you made and for your Service.  May God Bless each and every one of you.

 

 Angel Flight

Co-Written by Radney Foster and Dardon Smith

sung by Radney Foster

 

  

 

Seven Hillsides

Ricky Skaggs and Kentucky Thunder

Dedicated with love and God's Blessings to Tamara Hogshead

 

 

 

All night I've wrestled Jacob's angels
And prayed with Matthew, Luke and John
Struggling to find the words to face the task
That comes upon the blood red dawn.
I've buried men before their time
Of alcohol and blackened lung
But how to bury seven of these
Appalachian miners sons.
Who stormed the beaches wave on wave,
And sailed home to these rocky graves
In family plots that bared their names.

Tomorrow I'll walk up, seven hillsides
Tremble before my flock on seven hillsides
Seven sorrows, seven sons, seven mothers and every one
Will turn to me for the word of God, what does this mean?
And there I'll stand Good Book in hand,
A shepherd to these precious lambs
What will I say, what will I say, what can I say?

To tell the truth I'd never thought much
About the will of God before.
Called to preach at seventeen
I was in love with fiery words and not much more.
The time has come to keep the faith
For others shattered by their loss.
Remind them of the loving God
Whose son like theirs paid the cost.
To save a sad and wicked world
Through sacrifice our love is heard
And pray that I believe those words.

Tomorrow I'll walk up, seven hillsides
Tremble before my flock on seven hillsides
Seven sorrows, seven sons, seven mothers and every one
Will turn to me for the word of God, what does this mean?
And there I'll stand, Good Book in hand,
A shepherd to these precious lambs
What will I say?  What will I say?  What can I say?