Sunday, December 7, 2008

Sunday Morning Gospel Hour


Norman Blake ~ Fifty Miles Of Elbow Room

Twelve hundred miles, it's length and breadth
That four-square city stands
It's gem set walls of jasper shine
Not made by human hands
One hundred miles it's gates are wide
Abundant entrance there
With fifty miles of elbow room
On either side to spare

When the gates swing wide on the other side
Just beyond the sunset sea
There'll be room to spare as we enter there
Room for you and room for me
For the gates are wide on the other side
Where the fairest flowers bloom
On the right hand and on the left hand
Fifty miles of elbow room

Sometimes I'm cramped and I'm crowded here
And I long for elbow room
I long to reach for altitude
Where the fairest flowers bloom
It won't be long before I pass
Into that city fair
With fifty miles of elbow room
On either side to spare

When the gates swing wide on the other side
Just beyond the sunset sea
There'll be room to spare as we enter there
Room for you and room for me
For the gates are wide on the other side
Where the fairest flowers bloom
On the right hand and on the left hand
Fifty miles of elbow room


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