No more worldly sorrow shall take my joy away. And no fear of tomorrow shall darken my today. Since I met Jesus, all things now are new. Thereíre no trials or broken pieces that He wonít get me through.
Once I lived in darkness, the clouds they all held rain. And if they ever parted, I knew theyíd soon be back again. But Jesus is my Savior my Father and my friend. And Heís promised that Heíll love me with a love that will not end.
Sometimes I still wonder at the things that I see. And I know that deep down under, Iím not what I should be. But He who has called me is faithful to the end. And Heís promised that Heíll finish what He did begin.
So no more worldly sorrow shall take my joy away. And no fear of tomorrow shall darken my today. Since I met Jesus, all things now are new. Thereíre no trials or broken pieces that He wonít get me through.
Thereíre no trials or broken piecesÖ that He wonít get you through.
Sometimes I wish the sun would find you laughing with the sky, You know your smile can chase away the dark. And I donít know if I understand, but Iím trying awful hard. Maybe soon Iíll know the reason why. You donít know where you belong, But you know where youíve got to stay. Running hard, going places, youíve got the world to see, And thereís times when the life of a Montana Cowgirl, Ainít quite what itís been cracked up to be.
Now the arrows on your pathway could be pointing the wrong way, And only in your heart will you be sure. Well the sun will find you innocent, the wind can make you pure, And the water it is bound to make you shine. Til all your yesterdays, Just melt into the past, Youíre running hard, going places, youíve got the world to see, Til the time when the life of a Montana Cowgirl, Is everything itís been cracked up to be. Til the time when the life of a Montana Cowgirl, Is everything itís been cracked up to be.
I walked away from the setting sun, And into the morning sky. I said goodbye to the crying cold, And the thoughts that made me lie. While there may not be a moment Dividing winter from the spring, I know thereís a time when nothing, Turns to everything.
(Chorus) Jesus, Iím coming home to you. Iíve seen all that I wanted to see, Of ghosts and dreams of wicked hue, Small boats on a stormy sea, And images that claimed to be me. Jesus, Iím coming home to you.
I walked into the morning sky, A living man Iíve had to die, And ask the foolish question ďWhy?Ē Into that evening sky. While there may not be a moment, Dividing darkness from the day, I know thereís a time when everything, Will work out His way.
Jesus, Iím coming home to you, Iíve found all that I wanted to find, In the mirrors of my own mind, Down two-way streets of words unkind, Shadows on the wall, Down a dark and lonely hall Jesus, Iím cominí home to you.
Jesus, Iím coming home to you, Through the fire and through the gloom Through the door of my old tomb, Out into the light of day, Where truth and love hold sway, Where the path is narrow and straight, And Jesus is the gate, Jesus Iím coming home to You, Iím coming home to YouÖ
(Chorus) Mountain girl, give it a whirl, Spanish speaking visions and moons of orange glow. Tell me of the climate deep within the jungle, Let go all your struggles now my Spanish Mountain Girl, Give it just one whirl.
The painter at his party was crazy with desire, Passed off as honest fire, In a hearth that burned out cold. I can see the simple sadness, In the method to his madness, But the Spanish Mountain Girl she burns way far too hot to hold. Stay with me when Iím old.
Why canít they see it in you, The spirit overwhelming? Could be theyíre delving deep into their wishing wells, They are hoping- they are frowning, They are choking- they are drowning, Trying to get back all the lonesome coins they tossed there long ago. And they wonít even let it show!
So letís escape the fire, The twisted strange desire, Of saddened souls in blackened holes, In mirth and in their mire, Wonít you take me to mountains, Far above the jungle, Where I can stop the struggle now, My Spanish Mountain Girl, Give it just one whirl.
(Chorus) I can do all things. I can do all things. I can do all things, Through Christ Jesus who strengthens me.
Life on this planet gets kinda complex, Just doiní the things I should do, But then the Spirit calls and I must obey, Cause Iím my Fatherís servant, too. And somehow the details they always work out, When I look back the job has been done, But even more importantly, I have become more like His Son, And so Iím happy thatÖ
When I get home at the end of the day, Tired, and weary and worn, Still itís not time yet to kick back or play, Cause Godís work must still be done, And thatís when the miracles seem to occur, When the extra effortís been made, Bridges are mended, the weak are defended, And Godís glory gets displayed. And itís all becauseÖ
I can run the Race, I can fight the Fight, I can do All Things, Through Christ Jesus who strengthens me.