At This Point YEA...Pray! Songwrter Edwin H. Balder
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Lord (oh) lord (oh lord)....Hear us (hear us)
lord (oh) lord (oh lord)....The courthouse steps used to mean somethin'
Now they're just stones 'neath a bully's boot
lord (oh) lord (oh lord)....
The papers print what they're told to print
And the truth gets lost in the next trump hoot
lord (oh) lord (oh lord)....I remember votes that actually counted
lord (oh) lord (oh lord)....I remember laws that treated men the same
Now the gavel cracks like a tyrant's whip
And justice bends to trump's single name
lord (oh) lord (oh lord)....
Since when did kings wear suits?
lord (oh) lord (oh lord)....Since when did crowns come cheap?
We used to bow to principles
lord (oh) lord (oh lord)....Now we kneel to men who cheat
The old oak desk don't make you noble
The fancy pen don't make you right
Since when did kings wear suits?
lord (oh) lord (oh lord)....And since when did we stop fightin'?
since when did we stop fightin'?
lord (oh) lord (oh lord)....since when did we stop fightin'?
lord (oh) lord (oh lord)....The church bells ring but they sound like warnings
lord (oh) lord (oh lord)....The schoolhouse doors swing one way now
They're rewritin' what we teach our children
Burnin' books but keepin' vows
My granddaddy fought the real dictators
Crossed oceans with his rifle tight
He said "Power's like a river, boy -
Let it rise and it'll flood your rights"
lord (oh) lord (oh lord)....
Since when did kings wear suits?
lord (oh) lord (oh lord)....Since when did crowns come cheap?
We used to bow to principles
lord (oh) lord (oh lord)....Now we kneel to men who cheat
The old oak desk don't make you noble
The fancy pen don't make you right
Since when did kings wear suits?
lord (oh) lord (oh lord)....And since when did we stop fightin'?
since when did we stop fightin'?
lord (oh) lord (oh lord)....since when did we stop fightin'
Since when did kings wear suits?
lord (oh) lord (oh lord)....Since when did crowns come cheap?
We used to bow to principles
lord (oh) lord (oh lord)....Now we kneel to men who cheat
lord (oh) lord (oh lord)....And since when did we stop fightin'?
since when did we stop fightin'?
lord (oh) lord (oh lord)....since when did we stop fightin'?
"No man's above the law we wrote
And no crown fits a patriot's view"
lord (oh) lord (oh lord)....since when did we stop seein'?
lord (oh) lord (oh lord)... Thanks to His Holy Name Choir ...Hot Cookie
  Songwriter Edwin H. Balder ...Free rights to cover just make a DM request

Oh Lord....When a Songwriter Prays

An uplifting hymn based on the Beatitudes

Blessed and Beloved

Victory In Jesus

Sing A Joyful Song

In the shadows of Apache Junction, at the foot of the majestic Superstition Mountains, sits a weathered hacienda. This desert oasis is home to an enigmatic figure, a songwriter whose journey reads like a long, dusty road of honky-tonk bars and college cafeterias. He wasn't chasing fame or glitter; instead, he chose the soul-crushing beauty of music for music's sake.

Years spent hunched over sticky barroom tables and scribbling lyrics on napkins earned him a reputation—not in the spotlight but in the back rooms where deals are made. He wrote melodies that found their way into the hearts of stars who had lost their own muse. He sold his creations for cash, with no recognition, but the whisper of his songs carried the weight of his soul.

Finally, he bought this piece of desert paradise—a stable income from his timeless songs allowed him to live comfortably, if anonymously. Here in this hacienda, with his family beside him and the mountains as his backdrop, he found the peace to write hits under his own name. He chuckled at the irony that now, without chasing fame, he could create music that brought him joy.

In the end, it was never about the spotlight. It was about the journey, the stories, and the songs that wrote themselves through his life. As the sun set behind the Superstitions, casting long shadows over the hacienda, he strummed his guitar and sang—content, unknown, and unburdened by the world's gaze.


Copyright 2019 Edwin H. Balder

I may be dead when fame comes but my real glory was always JULIE & The Kids. Thank you for such love

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