It Is Well - Colin Leonard

Grander earth has quaked before Moved by the sound of His voice And seas that are shaken and stirred Can be calmed and broken for my regard And through it all, through it all My eyes are on You And through it all, through it all It is well And through it all, through it all My eyes are on You And it is well, with me Far be it from me to not believe Even when my eyes can't see And this mountain that's in front of me Will be thrown into the midst of the sea And through it all, through it all My eyes are on You And through it all, through it all It is well And through it all, through it all My eyes are on You And it is well, it is well So let go my soul and trust in Him The waves and wind still know His name So let go my soul and trust in Him The waves and wind still know His name So let go my soul and trust in Him The waves and wind still know His name The waves and wind still know His name And it is well With my soul (sing it out) It is well With my soul It is well With my soul It is well, it is well with my soul (sing it out, it is well) Oh, it is well (it is well) With my soul (because of who You are Lord) Oh, it is well With my soul It is well (oh) With my soul It is well, it is well with my soul (sing it out, it is well) It is well, it is well with my soul (it is well, it is well) It is well, it is well with my soul And through it all, through it all My eyes are on You And through it all, through it all It is well, Lord And through it all, through it all My eyes are on You And it is well with me

I set out one night When the tide was low There were signs in the sky But I did not know I'd be caught in the grip Of the undertow Ditched on a beach Where the sea hates to go With a child in my arms And a chill in my soul And my heart the shape Of a begging bowl I set out one night But I did not know I'd be caught in the grip Of the undertow Ditched on a beach Where the sea hates to go With a child in my arms And a chill in my soul And my heart the shape Of a begging bowl

I'm slowing down the tune I've never liked it fast You wanna get there soon I wanna get there last It's not because I'm old It's not the life I led I always liked it slow That's what my Mamma said I'm lacing up my shoes But I don't want to run I'll get there when I do Don't need no starting gun It's not because I'm old And it's not what dying does I've always liked it slow Slow is in my blood I've always liked it slow I never liked it fast With you it's got to go With me it's got to last It's not because I'm old It's not because I'm dead I've always liked it slow That's what my Mamma said All your moves are swift All your turns are tight Let me catch my breath I thought we had all night I like to take my time I like to linger as it flies A weekend on your lips A lifetime in your eyes I've always liked it slow I never liked it fast With you it's got to go With me it's got to last It's not because I'm old It's not the life I led I've always liked it slow That's what my Mamma said I'm slowing down the tune I've never liked it fast You wanna get there soon I wanna get there last So, baby let me go You're wanted back in town In case they want to know I'm just trying to slow it down

I needed you, I knew I was in danger Of losing what I used to think was mine You let me love you 'til I was a failure You let me love you 'til I was a failure Your beauty on my bruise like iodine I asked you if a man could be forgiven And though I failed at love, was this a crime? You said, "Don't worry, don't worry, darling" You said, "Don't worry, don't you worry, darling There are many ways a man can serve his time" You covered up that place I could not master It wasn't dark enough to shut my eyes So I was with you, oh sweet compassion Yes I was with you, oh sweet compassion Compassion with the sting of iodine Your saintly kisses reeked of iodine Your fragrance with a fume of iodine And pity in the room like iodine My masquerade of trust was iodine And everywhere the flare of iodine Yes, it started with the flare of iodine

It's coming through a hole in the air, From those nights in Tiananmen Square. It's coming from the feel That this ain't exactly real Or it's real, but it ain't exactly there From the wars against disorder From the sirens night and day From the fires of the homeless From the ashes of the gay Democracy is coming to the U.S.A. It's coming through a crack in the wall On a visionary flood of alcohol From the staggering account Of the Sermon on the Mount Which I don't pretend to understand at all It's coming from the silence On the dock of the bay From the brave, the bold, the battered Heart of Chevrolet Democracy is coming to the U.S.A. It's coming from the sorrow in the street The holy places where the races meet From the homicidal bitchin' That goes down in every kitchen To determine who will serve and who will eat From the wells of disappointment Where the women kneel to pray For the grace of God in the desert here And the desert far away Democracy is coming to the U.S.A. Sail on, sail on O mighty Ship of State! To the Shores of Need Past the Reefs of Greed Through the Squalls of Hate Sail on, sail on, sail on, sail on It's coming to America first The cradle of the best and of the worst. It's here they got the range And the machinery for change And it's here they got the spiritual thirst It's here the family's broken And it's here the lonely say That the heart has got to open In a fundamental way Democracy is coming to the U.S.A. It's coming from the women and the men O baby, we'll be making love again We'll be going down so deep The river's going to weep And the mountain's going to shout Amen! It's coming like the tidal flood Beneath the lunar sway Imperial, mysterious In amorous array Democracy is coming to the U.S.A. Sail on, sail on O mighty Ship of State! To the Shores of Need Past the Reefs of Greed Through the Squalls of Hate Sail on, sail on, sail on, sail on I'm sentimental, if you know what I mean I love the country but I can't stand the scene And I'm neither left or right I'm just staying home tonight Getting lost in that hopeless little screen But I'm stubborn as those garbage bags That Time cannot decay I'm junk but I'm still holding up This little wild bouquet Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.