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This is a small demonstration of audio uploaded to Imaging Blueprint CHR / Hot AC throughout the month of March 2025.

Imaging Blueprint - Highlights - March 2025

I need to find my missin' rib, 
I need a faithful woman who knows who Jesus is. 
She don't have to be perfect, just holy. 
A kind soul that angers slowly. 
With a heart that cleans my skin. 
And, Lord, let her take me as I am, 
This out of order kind of man. 
But with a soul of bliss within. 

I'll send this prayer down the riverstream. 
And You return her on back to me 

Send me an angel, straight out of paradise, 
Make her a sight for sore eyes and bless em. 
Make the beauty of her gaze fee justl like fallin in love in Heaven
Make our love strong, and real, and light, but heavy. 
Tell that little blessin' I'm ready.
You gave me all the pain that I thought I couldn't handle, 
So send me an angel.

Send me an angel. 
Send me the world above my stars, 
Show me a song I can sing to her, words I can say that'll mend her broken heart. 
Lord, I ain't perfect, make me a better man, God, she deserves it.
I wanna heal all the places that she's hurtin'.
Release them all, Father, all of her burdens

I'll send this prayer down the riverstream. 
And You return her on back to me 

Send me an angel, straight out of paradise, 
Make her a sight for sore eyes and bless em. 
Make the beauty of her gaze feel just like fallin in love in Heaven
Make our love strong, and real, and light, but heavy. 
Tell that little blessin' I'm ready.
You gave me all the pain that I thought I couldn't handle, 
So send me an angel.

Send me an angel, straight out of paradise, 
Make her a sight for sore eyes and bless em. 
Make the beauty of her gaze feel just like fallin in love in Heaven
Make our love strong, and real, and light, but heavy. 
Tell that little blessin' I'm ready.
You gave me all the pain that I thought I couldn't handle, 
So send me an angel.

Send me an angel, send me an angel, send me the world above my stars. 

Send me an angel, send me an angel.

Send Me An Angel

I ain't scared, but I'm hopeless. 
Been down this road so much I know where I'm goin'. 
But I still get lost between the trees. 
And I ain't here, but I'm present. 
And the Light outside is beggin' for my attention, 
But the devil's grabbin at my feet. 
I wanna say that I'm better now, 
Don't ever think about the heat, or the sand,  or the barracks now. 
But I'd be lyin', still hear the sound of the bullet whippin' past when I'm drivin'. 
I been takin' time to heal before I make my way to that river bank again. 
But I can hear the sound of the trickle callin' me in. 

I feel older, and wiser now, 
But I'm still that ole boy in the back of that house. 
With his guitar and his head up in the clouds, 
and when he can’t let his feelings out, 
He grabs his book, and his pen to the river and he airs em out,
Cuz he can hide but he knows he can’t run, 
From the Sun when it wants to come up.

I lose faith, I'll admit it. 
Some days it's strong, somedays I wanna forget it.
Somedays I feel defeated in the doubts. 
Then the light burns on my skin and 
When the Sun goes down the moon sears and it bends it, 
Beggin' me to make my last call out, 
I'm gettin' desperate here,
I need supplication, a listenin' ear. 
I need some who knows how to make me whole again. 
And tell me my soul is ruptured and torn, shattered and damaged, and takin' a toll. 
And that I need to leave my achin' prayers on the riverbend. 

I feel older, and wiser now, 
But I'm still that ole boy in the back of that house. 
With my guitar and my head up in the clouds, 
and when I can’t his my feelings out, 
I grab my book, and my pen to the river and I air em out,
Cuz I can hide but I knows I can’t run, 
From the Sun when it wants to come up.

Cuz he can hide but he knows he can’t run, 
From the Sun when it wants to come up.

[background vocal]
and when he can’t let his feelings out, 
He grabs his book, and his pen to the river and he airs em out,
Cuz he can hide but he knows he can’t run, 
From the Sun when it wants to come up. 


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