Recovery Man's Precious Moments of Denial Page There are few experiences in life more rewarding, more sublime than those precious moments when music helps us to soar above the mundane day-to-day realities into a spiritual sanctuary where all our silly little problems fade into the background. Recovery Man is proud to share with you a just a few samples from his extensive collection of such Precious Moments in musical denial. Enjoy!
	Open Up Your Heart Listen to Real Audio file! From 'Favorite Songs and Choruses by Marcy' (Copyright 1953 by Hamblen Music Co, Inc.) Want to know the secret of leading the successful Christian life? Is it going to meetings? Working hard in therapy? NO! Don't be silly! The secret is so much simpler than that! It's. . . . smiling!!! What could be better. Just try smiling a little more. Seriously, don't you think the whole world would be a happier place to live in if we just all smiled a little bit more? Lyrics: Mommy told me something - a little girl should know, It's all about the devil and I've learned to hate him so. She said he causes trouble when you let him in the room, He will never ever leave you if your heart is filled with gloom. Chorus: So let the sunshine in, Face it with a grin. Smilers never lose, And frowners never win, So let the sunshine in, Face it with a grin, Open up your heart and let the sunshine in. If I forget to say my pray'rs the devil jumps with glee, But he feels so awful, awful when he sees me on my knees. So if you're full of trouble and you never seem to win, Just open up your heart and let the sunshine in. Just Whistle A Little Song Listen to Real Audio file! Another of our special favorites from 'Favorite Songs and Choruses by Marcy' (Copyright 1953 by Hamblen Music Co, Inc.) If smiling doesn't seem to work you can get into some serious spiritual warfare with. . . . whistling. Awesome! And don't forget that Jesus loves boys and girls who are happy all day long! Isn't that precious? Lyrics: Just whistle. . . a little song (Whistle) 'Twill help you. . .to get along (Whistle) For Jesus loves the boy and girl Who's happy all day long. So whistle. . . a little song. (Whistle) It's In Your Hands Listen to Realaudio file! Here's a real jem. So precious. This ones from the 'Speer Family On Concert Tour' on 'Heart Warming Records' - probably still available at garage sales around town. And heart warming it is indeed. If your issues have decreased your effectiveness in ministry this one is really for you. These folks really must have had the gift of encouragement. Lyrics: Where's the spear that pierced his side when my Lord was crucified? If you're not serving him, it's in your hands. Where are the nails that nailed him there as he died in deep despair? If you're not serving him, it's in your hands. Christ is still the same, he feels every pain When we disobey his commands Chorus: Where's the hammer that drove the nails if his will now you fail? I'm afraid, my friend, it's in your hands. Where's the blood that from him spilled That God's will might be fulfilled? If you're not serving him, my friend, his blood is on your hands. Where's the crown of thorns he wore as the cross for me he bore? If you're not serving him, it's in your hands. The Bird with a Broken Wing Here's a little bit of encouragement from Hezekiah Butterworth (thanks to pkajj for sending us the lyrics) "I walked through the woodland meadows, Where sweet the thrushes sing, And found on a bed of mosses A bird with a broken wing. I healed its wound and each morning It sang its old sweet strain, But the bird with a broken pinion Never soared as high again. I found a young life broken By sin's seductive art, And touched with a Christlike pity, I took him to my heart. He lived with a noble purpose, And struggled not in vain, But life that sin had stricken Never soared as high again. But the bird with a broken pinion Kept another from the snare, And the life that sin had stricken Raised another from despair. Each loss has its compensation, There is healing for every pain But the bird with a broken pinion Never soars as high again."