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Peace At Last
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MMissary - a husband and wife team. More Country to Country Rock/Light Pop. We Are ALL A WORK IN PROGRESS.
Marty and Marcella equal MMissary. More songwriters and musicians than performers who wish to share their songs and music. Christian Songwriting is our main focus though Marty does do instrumental arrangements. Marty is a former Administrator for the Christian Songwriting Org and has written articles for the Christian Magazine "Songwriting The Journal". Marty has and does collaborate with other songwriters. Marty has spoken at songwriting workshops. Marty is also a retired Music Director and still participates in his church choir. Imperfect as we are we receive good comments and have seen some usage of our works by others. After all.."We are all a work in progress".
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#7,489 today Peak #13
#1,123 in subgenre Peak #3
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Music and Vocals: Marty & Marcella Ward
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2005
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November 01, 2005
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MP3 13.7 MB 320 kbps 5:59
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Lyrics: (co-write Helen Dowd/ Diane Barnes-melody) Music and Vocals: Marty & Marcella Ward Peace At Last by Helen Dowd and Diane Barnes V1. A frail little lady lay dying alone. She wished that her Lord would just take her on home. She'd lived a full life—since nineteen-o-four. She didn't belong in this world anymore. Her memory was gone, or so people said. But she could remember the life she had led. V2. She'd struggled through nursing, ‘though never with joy'. She'd married a farmer. They'd buried their boy. She envisioned the dust storms, the blizzards, the drought. In her mind she was watching their crops dying out. She'd held her wee babies so close to her heart. They moved to the city, a new life to start. V3. As she lay there now thinking, tears streamed down her face . The mem’ry of those years she could not erase. A shiver passed ore' her, making her cold. Oh, when could she leave this body, so old? [pre chorus] Each day was so dreary. Each night was so long. As sleep settled in her; to her mind came this song: [chorus] “The Lord is my Shepherd; no want shall I know. He leads by still waters, where the green green grasses grow . . . . And when I should come to the Valley of Death, My Lord'll stay with me ‘till my last fading breath." She smiled at the thought of this hymn from her past. Her weary eyes closed: she was at peace at last. V4. She'll long be remembered, this lady so dear. Although she's now gone, she'll always seem near. She taught in her church, held clubs in her home. She visited the sick and old folks, alone. Whenever a neighbor was in need of some care, to be sure, that kind lady would always be there. And now she's in heaven with friends and with kin. God sent down an angel to usher her in. [Chorus] “The Lord is my Shepherd; no want shall I know. He leads by still waters, where green grasses grow . . . . And when I should come to the Valley of Death, My Lord'll stay with me to my last fading breath." © Helen Dowd (c)2005/song/Helen Dowd/ Diane Barnes
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