Pam Mark Hall
Pam Mark Hall
Pam Mark Hall
Pam Mark Hall & Marty McCall
Pam Mark Hall
Pam Mark Hall
Pam Mark Hall
Pam Mark Hall
Pam Mark Hall
Pam Mark Hall
She never heard the burning bush
That spoke when she walked by
She never saw the sea divide
To let her reach the other side, oh...
You might say her faith is small
'Cause she never made a mountain fall
And she only answers by the name
Of Little Miss Much Afraid
Little Miss Much Afraid, oh...
She seldom feeds upon the bread
That fell out of the sky
She forgets to drink the living winе
That poured out of His side, oh...
You might say her еyes are blind
By gazing at her own pain
And she only answers by the name
Of Little Miss Much Afraid
Little Miss Much Afraid
Little Miss Much Afraid
"Come away, my love
Come away, my love
Climb over here
Leap away from your fear
I'll provide what you need
Come away, my love
Come away, my love
Swallow the pain
Hold onto My name
I'll exalt you with joy"
"Come away, my love
Come away, my love
Climb over here
Leap away from your fear
I'll provide what you need
Come away, my love
Come away, my love
Swallow the pain
Hold onto My name
I'll exalt you with joy"
"Come away, come away"
("Come away, my love")
"Come away, come away"
("Come away, my love")
"Come away, come away"
("Come away, my love")
"Come away, come away, come away"...
Little Miss Much Afraid was written by Pam Mark Hall.
Little Miss Much Afraid was produced by Fletch Wiley.