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Unanswered Prayers.

Vocals: Garth Brooks.

Lyrics: Songwriters and Singers Garth Brooks; Pat Alger and Larry Bastian.

Unanswered Prayers.

Just the other night at a home town football game,
My wife and I ran into my old high school flame,
And as I introduced them, the past came back to me,
And I couldn’t help but think of the way things used to be.
She was the one that I’d wanted for all times,
And each night I’d spend praying that God would make her mine,
And if He’d only grant me this wish I wished back then,
I’d never ask for anything again.
Sometimes I thank God for unanswered prayers,
Remember when you’re talking to the Man upstairs,
That just because He doesn’t answer, doesn’t mean He don’t care,
Some of God’s greatest gifts are unanswered prayers.

She wasn’t quite the angel that I remembered in my dreams,
And I could tell that time had changed me, in her eyes too, it seemed,
We tried to talk about the old days, there wasn’t much we could recall,
I guess the Lord knows what He’s doing after all.
And as she walked away, well, I looked at my wife,
And then and there I thanked the good Lord,
For the gifts in my life.
Sometimes I thank God for unanswered prayers,
Remember when you’re talking to the Man upstairs,
That just because He may not answer, doesn’t mean He don’t care,
Some of God’s greatest gifts are unanswered,
Some of God’s greatest gifts are all too often unanswered,
Some of God’s greatest gifts are unanswered prayers.

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No Matter What.

Lyrics: English composer and impresario of musical theatre, Baron Andrew Lloyd Webber and American composer, lyricist and record producer Jim Steinman written for the musical “Whistle Down the Wind,”

Vocals: Irish boy band of the 90’s “Boyzone”.

The song, hereunder, serves to emphasize the power of unconditional love, while accepting and forgiving loved ones for who they are; their deficiencies and inadequacies, which often emerge only during challenging times.

No Matter What.

No matter what they tell us, no matter what they do,
No matter what they teach us, what we believe is true,
No matter what they call us, however they attack,
No matter where they take us, we’ll find our own way back.
I can’t deny what I believe, I can’t be what I’m not,
I know I’ll love forever, I know no matter what.
If only tears were laughter, if only night was day,
If only prayers were answered, then we would hear God say,
No matter what they tell you, no matter what they do,
No matter what they teach you, what you believe is true.
And I will keep you safe and strong and sheltered from the storm,
No matter where it’s barren, a dream is being born,
No matter who they follow, no matter where they lead,
No matter how they judge us, I’ll be everyone you need,
No matter if the sun don’t shine, or if the skies are blue,
No matter what the end is, my life began with you.
I can’t deny what I believe, I can’t be what I’m not,
I know, I know, I know that love’s forever,
That’s all that matters now, no matter what.
No, no matter (no no matter what),
No, no matter (no no matter what),
No, no matter, that’s all that matters to me (no no matter what),
No, no matter, that’s all that matters to me (no no matter what),
No, no matter, that’s all that matters to me (no no matter what),
No, no matter, that’s all that matters to me (no no matter what),
And no, no matter what, that’s all that matters to me (no no matter what),
And no, no matter what, that’s all that matters to me.
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Perhaps Love.

Lyrics: Written by American Folk singer and songwriter, the late John Denver (Real name Henry John Deutschendorf Jr.).
Sadly Mr Denver lost his life on the 12th of this month October, 26 years ago, [1997], following multiple blunt force trauma; obtained when his light home built aircraft crashed into Monterey Bay, near Pacific Grove, California, USA.

Vocals: John Denver.

Perhaps Love

Perhaps love is like a resting place, a shelter from the storm.
It exists to give you comfort; it is there to keep you warm.
And in those times of trouble when you are most alone,
The memory of love will bring you home.

Perhaps love is like a window, perhaps an open door.
It invites you to come closer, it wants to show you more.
And even if you lose yourself and don’t know what to do,
The memory of love will see you through.

Oh, love to some is like a cloud, to some as strong as steel.
For some a way of living, for some a way to feel.
And some say love is holding on and some say letting go.
And some say love is everything and some say they don’t know.
Perhaps love is like the ocean, full of conflict, full of change.
Like a fire when it’s cold outside or thunder when it rains.
If I should live forever and all my dreams come true, my memories of love will be of you.

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