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Over The Next Bridge
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Folk-spoken word type song about heaven and assurance. Who wouldn't check out if heaven were a guarantee?
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All By Myself, Jen Evans, Jennifer, jena, guitar, musician, singer, performer, spoken word, jennifer evans, professor jennifer evans
Thanks and Praises to the Most High God. This has been fun. I am looking for people to add to this musical trip I'm on. However, greater is He who is in me than is in the world. I am a one woman band... I play all these instruments... not always well, but I am playing 'em. Check out my blog, too... if you get a chance. Again... looking to collaborate Blessings
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Genre
Acoustic • Acoustic Folk
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#3,366 in subgenre Peak #23
Charts
Peak #197
Author
Jennifer A. Evans
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Jennifer A. Evans
Uploaded
November 22, 2005
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MP3 4.2 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
My sister and I always say, "Beam me up Jesus." We have no doubt that heaven holds eternal joy and earth is temporary. So we both agree that if we were promised heaven by way of self inflicted death, we'd pull the hammer back and that would be that. Blessings to you all... We dare not jump cause ain't no guarantees.
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If I was guaranteed admittance into heaven by way of suicide I'd sho'nuf pull the trigger and I'd leave this life behind It's not that I don't love you or care to share some tea or hold your hand and laugh with you it's ain't you it's just me The promise held in heaven seems so glorious and grand no pain, no tears, no lonely years betrayal, grief or shame... naw man over the next bridge I might find myself jumping over the next bridge I might find myself jumping Pull the trigger press down hard on the gas leave the engine running where's the lethal blast come, come now, come, come now come, come now, come, come now over the next bridge death where is your sting death where is your sting I wouldn't leave a note or make a final call or eat a fancy meal in the grandest hell of all I'd bow out with my grace and I'd look upon my face But I'd smile... I'd smile and giggle low and frown and put life to its test If heaven was a guarantee and I would have sweet rest over the next bridge over the next bridge Pull the trigger press down hard on the gas leave the engine running where's that lethal blast come, come now, come, come now come, come now, come, come now death where is your sting over the next bridge I might find myself jumping over the next bridge I might find myself jumping
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