Verse 1: 
Who’s that knocking on my door 
I ain’t never seen them before 
Peeking out the window 
And out through the door 
Trying to figure out who’s knocking 

F, G, Amx3
Am G F, Fm 
Chorus 1:  
Holding my pillow tight 
Can’t find no sleep tonight 
Without a dream in sight 
But Still… it’ll be alright 

Verse 2:  
Look who’s come in 
Seeing light shine through the door 
Clear blue skies out my window 
Greener pastures on bright horizons
Clear of shadows I’ve seen before 

Chorus 2:  
Holding my pillow tight 
Much needed sleep will feel just right 
Dreaming of futures bright 
And Still… it’ll be alright

"Knocking"  B 04-07-25

Murmurs In Kadesh

Note: It was interesting to see the chord sequence for the middle of each verse. (D.A.D) 
These measurements apply to Dad’s especially.

What Is The Measure Of A Man?

Living Loving You

It's Sunday Morning!

Even Though, We Now Be Parted

Abide With Me- (1Sam22 & Psalm52)

Just Ask

He Will Be There (With A Pound)

God will magnify his goodness, all his power he will show
Through the working of his spirit, well his own this keeping know
He will gather in his people, he’ll seethe the pottage, set the pot
He’ll gather in the herbs they offer, the wild gourds and vines they’ve brought
He’ll empty laps of burdens, even that which they knew not
But alas, without his blessing, there is but poison in the pot.
Put it in the kettle, Close the pot for it is black
Cry aloud, without his blessing all is poison, death and lack
Shred the little that we offer, mixed with earnesty of thought
And God alone will turn to blessing, that which we put within the pot
There is poison, there is poison in the pot
There nothing that’s redeeming, in the weeds of life we’ve brought
But God will magnify his goodness, he will strengthen, heart and thought
God alone will turn to blessing, that which we put within the pot
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God will satisfy with plenty, when the famine vexes sore
He will bless the weeds we offer, found on knees, by weak hands bore
He will gather in his people, he’ll seethe the pottage, set the pot
Gather in the herbs they offer, the wild gourds and vines they’ve brought
He will add within their presence, the meal, the sustenance he bought
Pour it out, for by his blessing, there is now life within the pot
Put it in the kettle, Close the pot for it is black
Cry aloud, without his blessing all is poison, death and lack
Shred the little that we offer, mixed with earnesty of thought
And God alone will turn to blessing, that which we put within the pot
There is poison, there is poison in the pot
There nothing that’s redeeming, in the weeds of life we’ve brought
But God will magnify his goodness, he will strengthen, heart and thought
God alone will turn to blessing, that which we put within the pot

Even Though, We Now Be Parted

Hymns For His