<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1515497696654042118</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:38:07.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough As Nails</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisloveistoughasnails.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1515497696654042118/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisloveistoughasnails.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stan C. Countz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104456004230817655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1SS_FDNUVQ/SpgItm3CuFI/AAAAAAAABLE/dF008zykNaE/S220/Stan_Duotone.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1515497696654042118.post-5805689649041567095</id><published>2010-03-30T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T21:19:28.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A LOVE AS TOUGH AS NAILS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lyric by Stan C. Countz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;VERSE 1&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Before I knew the Lord / I was a man whore, thief and hustler&lt;br /&gt;I used, cussed and swore / and I’d steal from my own mother&lt;br /&gt;I was rotten to the core / even now it makes me shudder&lt;br /&gt;The day I called upon the Lord / He pulled me out of the gutter &lt;br /&gt;He’s my shield and my sword / to Him I kneel and no other&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been healed by the Lord / His praises will I utter&lt;br /&gt;His name will I adore / He’s my banner and my cover&lt;br /&gt;When I opened up the door / there was more to discover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CHORUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His love never fails; He’s the wind in my sails&lt;br /&gt;He’s my wheel, my rails and my rudder&lt;br /&gt;His blood bought me and His love taught me &lt;br /&gt;How to serve and love my brother&lt;br /&gt;If I should wake up in jail / If I can’t earn my bread n butter&lt;br /&gt;If I can’t make my bail / Help me to rediscover&lt;br /&gt;A love as tough as nails / so help me clear away the clutter&lt;br /&gt;Love hopes and never fails and sticks closer than a brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRIDGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sought me and He found me drowning in stormy seas&lt;br /&gt;He fills me and surrounds me with a newfound peace&lt;br /&gt;His blood bought me and He brought me to my knees&lt;br /&gt;He said I did it to Him when I did it for the least of these&lt;br /&gt;He cast my sin into the deepest sea&lt;br /&gt;As far as east is from west and west is from east&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been asked to be a guest at His wedding feast&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a prisoner that’s just been released&lt;br /&gt;He took the rap for the greatest and the least&lt;br /&gt;When He died on that cross between the thieves&lt;br /&gt;With arms open wide, He sighed as He cried&lt;br /&gt;“Forgive them, Father, for their unbelief”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS/OUTRO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His love never fails; He’s the wind in my sails&lt;br /&gt;He’s my wheel, my rails and my rudder&lt;br /&gt;His blood bought me and His love taught me &lt;br /&gt;How to serve and love my brother&lt;br /&gt;If I should wake up in jail / if I can’t earn my bread n butter&lt;br /&gt;If I can’t make my bail / help me to rediscover&lt;br /&gt;A love as tough as nails / so help me clear away the clutter&lt;br /&gt;Love hopes and never fails and sticks closer than a brother&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1515497696654042118-5805689649041567095?l=hisloveistoughasnails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisloveistoughasnails.blogspot.com/feeds/5805689649041567095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisloveistoughasnails.blogspot.com/2010/03/love-as-tough-as-nails.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1515497696654042118/posts/default/5805689649041567095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1515497696654042118/posts/default/5805689649041567095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisloveistoughasnails.blogspot.com/2010/03/love-as-tough-as-nails.html' title='A LOVE AS TOUGH AS NAILS'/><author><name>Stan C. Countz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104456004230817655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1SS_FDNUVQ/SpgItm3CuFI/AAAAAAAABLE/dF008zykNaE/S220/Stan_Duotone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1515497696654042118.post-8977287328833009827</id><published>2009-11-22T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T00:58:26.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HIS LOVE IS TOUGH AS NAILS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;© by Stan C. Countz Nov. 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERSE 1&lt;br /&gt;Along life’s highway, people lie and never say &lt;br /&gt;What they choose to conceal&lt;br /&gt;Doubt and hate get in the way without the faith to watch and pray&lt;br /&gt;They refuse to be saved and healed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHORT CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;I don’t believe in holy grails or Don Quixote’s fairy tales &lt;br /&gt;I believe in His love only… He won’t leave you lonely&lt;br /&gt;His love, it never fails; His love is tough as nails, it’s tough as nails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERSE 2&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen those magazines? The ones with all the beauty queens?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what’s fake and what’s real? &lt;br /&gt;Awake or in our dreams, it ain’t the way it seems&lt;br /&gt;One day the truth will be revealed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRE-CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;When I see you on the street, I can still feel the heat &lt;br /&gt;I’m not a man of steel; my heart still skips a beat&lt;br /&gt;One day our souls will meet on golden streets &lt;br /&gt;My heart will heal and mend and I’ll be free&lt;br /&gt;Free to love again, but ‘til then…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LONG CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;I don’t believe in holy grails; Don Quixote’s fairy tales &lt;br /&gt;I believe in His love only… He won’t leave you lonely&lt;br /&gt;His love, it never fails; His love is tough as nails&lt;br /&gt;Amidst tempests, storms and gales, this quest for love prevails&lt;br /&gt;So turn from sin and learn of Him, He’s the wind in your sails &lt;br /&gt;Don’t trade your soul for a pot of gold ‘cuz the scroll will be unveiled&lt;br /&gt;He’s made for us a home / our sin has been atoned &lt;br /&gt;So bow before His throne / you’re now one of His own&lt;br /&gt;‘Cuz His love, it never fails; His love is tough as nails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUTRO&lt;br /&gt;I don’t believe in holy grails, snips and snails and puppy dog tails&lt;br /&gt;So mind the ship and set the sails, fix the drips, mend the rails &lt;br /&gt;Before the ship tips the scales and we end up with Happy Trails&lt;br /&gt;Remember this… God’s love it never fails; it’s tough as nails&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1515497696654042118-8977287328833009827?l=hisloveistoughasnails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisloveistoughasnails.blogspot.com/feeds/8977287328833009827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisloveistoughasnails.blogspot.com/2009/11/his-love-is-tough-as-nails.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1515497696654042118/posts/default/8977287328833009827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1515497696654042118/posts/default/8977287328833009827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisloveistoughasnails.blogspot.com/2009/11/his-love-is-tough-as-nails.html' title='HIS LOVE IS TOUGH AS NAILS'/><author><name>Stan C. Countz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104456004230817655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1SS_FDNUVQ/SpgItm3CuFI/AAAAAAAABLE/dF008zykNaE/S220/Stan_Duotone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1515497696654042118.post-8879825553572330748</id><published>2009-11-22T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T13:48:51.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THOSE HAPPY DAYS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;by Stan C. Countz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTRO&lt;br /&gt;Back when I was a kid, just growin’ up&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t have much, but what we had was enough&lt;br /&gt;Girls wore curls and boys played rough&lt;br /&gt;Played with Tinker toys and Tonka trucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERSE 1&lt;br /&gt;Before Obama and McCain, Kanye West and Lil’ Wayne&lt;br /&gt;Our quest for drama came from Superman and Lois Lane&lt;br /&gt;Gary Cooper and John Wayne, Bandstand and Soul Train &lt;br /&gt;Orson Wells in Citizen Kane and Gene Kelly singin’ in the rain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;We’ve come a long way, baby, since those Happy Days&lt;br /&gt;If our kids had been around, they’dve been amazed&lt;br /&gt;Had it made in the shade if we kept up our grades&lt;br /&gt;It was a simpler time and a slower pace&lt;br /&gt;We looked our friends right in the face&lt;br /&gt;Had no place for “YouTube” or” MySpace”&lt;br /&gt;Tatoos were taboo; only cowboys cried “Yahoo”&lt;br /&gt;Lost on Gilligan’s Island and Lost in Space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERSE 2&lt;br /&gt;We loved Betty Boop and Betty Davis, Gary Cooper and John Wayne &lt;br /&gt;Superman would fly to save us; loved the Saturday movie matinee &lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad never had to pay us; Mighty Mouse came to save the day&lt;br /&gt;Prayed to the One who made us; we all knew that "Jesus Saves"&lt;br /&gt;We believed that He forgave us; loved Micky Mantel and Willy Mays&lt;br /&gt;We thought they were the greatest; loved Dear Abby and Gabby Hayes&lt;br /&gt;Jed, Jethro, Granny and Ellie May; Lucille Ball and Doris Day&lt;br /&gt;Lou Rawls and Marvin Gaye; do you recall that day in the motorcade? &lt;br /&gt;The day they shot JFK…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERSE 3&lt;br /&gt;He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother&lt;br /&gt;Poppin’ wheelies and layin’ rubber&lt;br /&gt;The whole family sittin’ down for supper&lt;br /&gt;We didn’t need an upper&lt;br /&gt;The Nutty Professor and Flubber&lt;br /&gt;And who could forget Scarlett and Rhett&lt;br /&gt;That Chevy Chevette we drove that summer&lt;br /&gt;We loved the thunder and Stevie Wonder&lt;br /&gt;Thumper and Bambi’s mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;We’ve come a long way, baby, since those Happy Days&lt;br /&gt;If our kids had been around, they’dve been amazed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERSE 4&lt;br /&gt;“Livin’ together” was “livin’ in sin”&lt;br /&gt;“AIDS” were in the school office&lt;br /&gt;“Made in Japan” meant “made of tin”&lt;br /&gt;No one drove a “rice rocket”&lt;br /&gt;Left our keys in the ignition &lt;br /&gt;And never thought to lock it&lt;br /&gt;Loved Lucy, Lassie and Rin Tin Tin&lt;br /&gt;Judy, Daffy and Nestle’s Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERSE 5&lt;br /&gt;“Pot” was somethin’ we bought to cook in&lt;br /&gt;If you weren’t there, I wouldn’t knock it&lt;br /&gt;Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn&lt;br /&gt;Davy Jones and Davy Crockett&lt;br /&gt;Lil Orphan Annie, Jimmy Durante and Errol Flynn&lt;br /&gt;Stuck together as a family and together we would win&lt;br /&gt;But those Happy Days, my friend, they’re Gone with the Wind&lt;br /&gt;Those Happy Days are Gone with the Wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUTRO&lt;br /&gt;It was a simpler time and slower pace&lt;br /&gt;We looked our friends right in the face&lt;br /&gt;Had no place for Youtube or MySpace&lt;br /&gt;Tatoos were taboo; only cowboys cried “Yahoo”&lt;br /&gt;Glued to the boob tube watchin' Peyton Place&lt;br /&gt;Today we can’t even say “grace” &lt;br /&gt;Or use the Lord’s name (except in vain)&lt;br /&gt;I believe we’ve gone insane&lt;br /&gt;What would Gary Cooper and John Wayne say &lt;br /&gt;If they only knew what we were gonna do&lt;br /&gt;In these here United States?&lt;br /&gt;To tell you the truth, they’d roll over in their grave…&lt;br /&gt;What have we lost and what have we gained?&lt;br /&gt;Was it worth the cost, was it worth the pain?&lt;br /&gt;Like dusty rose petals, without a drop of rain&lt;br /&gt;When the dust finally settles, what will still remain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHORT CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;We’ve come a long way, baby, since those Happy Days&lt;br /&gt;If our kids had been around, they’dve been amazed&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to write it down before it all fades away&lt;br /&gt;Before it all fades away…those Happy Days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1515497696654042118-8879825553572330748?l=hisloveistoughasnails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisloveistoughasnails.blogspot.com/feeds/8879825553572330748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisloveistoughasnails.blogspot.com/2009/11/weve-come-long-way-baby-singe-those.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1515497696654042118/posts/default/8879825553572330748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1515497696654042118/posts/default/8879825553572330748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisloveistoughasnails.blogspot.com/2009/11/weve-come-long-way-baby-singe-those.html' title='THOSE HAPPY DAYS'/><author><name>Stan C. 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