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Deb’s House Concerts

Who knew statistics could be so interesting?

200 Countries * 200 Years * 4 Minutes

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Nathan Pacheco at the British Embassy in Washington, D.C.

 
Nathan Pacheco Sings for Prince Charles at the British Embassy

Disney Artist Sings for Prince Charles

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Ellen speaks about bullying.

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I Chose

I Chose 


by Ray Boltz

I chose my house, and I chose my car. I chose the strings on this guitar, and I chose to smoke that first cigar. All of these things I chose.

I chose the hat that’s on my head, and the pillows on my bed. And, I chose to eat what I was fed, even though I wanted something else instead. I chose. I chose.

But, I didn’t choose to be born in June, a baby boy with eyes of blue. I didn’t choose the blood in my veins, my hometown, or my last name.  I didn’t choose the way I feel. I know what’s right. I know what’s real. You see, some things are a part of me, and other things I chose.

Well, I chose to kneel and I chose to pray that God would take all the pain away. And, I chose to hide all the doubt and fear. I chose the path that brought me here. I chose. I chose.

But, I didn’t choose to be born in June, a baby boy with eyes of blue. I didn’t choose the blood in my veins, my hometown, or my last name.  I didn’t choose the way I feel. I know what’s right. I know what’s real. You see, some things are a part of me, and other things I chose.

I chose.

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“Who Would Jesus Love”


by Ray Boltz

“Who Would Jesus Love”


by Ray Boltz

 I used to wear a bracelet asking “What Would Jesus Do?”

 All my faith and my promises quickly fade from view.

I tried to do my best, but what I did was never enough.

Then, I asked the question, “Who would Jesus love?”

Would He only love the ones who look the same as me?

Would He only offer hope if He saw similarity?

Would He leave the others waiting like a stranger at the gate?

Would He discriminate?

Tell me, who would Jesus love?

Now, I  can build a bridge that can reach from me to you.

Or, I can build a wall instead if I don’t like the view.

‘Cause I make the decision on how to follow through.

I don’t need a bracelet to know what He would do.

Would He only love the ones who look the same as me?

Would He only offer hope if He saw similarity?

Would He leave the others waiting like a stranger at the gate?

Would He discriminate?

Tell me, who would Jesus love?

There is no Jew or Greek. There is no slave or free,

No male or female. He treats us equally.

Do we only love the ones who look the same as me?

Do we only offer hope if He saw similarity?

Do we leave the others waiting like a stranger at the gate?

Do we discriminate?

Tell me, who would Jesus love?

Who would Jesus love?

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God Knows I Tried

God Knows I Tried by Ray Boltz

When they said I was a sinner, I was struggling with my youth. And, with the hope that God could change me, I believed it was the truth.

I spent my whole life trying to be what they said I should. On the inside I was dying, because I never really could.

God knows I tried. God knows all the pain I kept inside. He’s seen every tear I ever cried. God knows I tried.

I was so good at pretending, just like an actor on the stage. In the end, nobody knew me, only the roles that I portrayed.

I would rather have you hate me knowing who I really am than to try and make you love me being something that I can’t.

God knows I tried. God knows all the pain I kept inside. He’s seen every tear I ever cried. God knows I tried.

And, after all these years of living, I’ve begun to understand. I can try to be like someone else, but it won’t change (no it won’t change, no it won’t change) who I am.

God knows I tried. God knows all the pain I kept inside. He’s seen every tear I ever cried. God knows I tried.

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The Swimming Hole 

by Ray Boltz

The Swimming Hole 

by  Ray Boltz

Everybody would stare at him, but he would always be the first one in, like he didn’t know it was always cold in the swimming hole.

He’d come up, and nothing would change. He’d hear them laugh, and nothing would change. It was long ago at the swimming hole.

He was always different. That’s why he became a target for all their hatred and shame.

Then one night on my tv screen I saw his picture staring back at me. The reporter said they found him dead at the swimming hole. His body wrapped in a bloody sheet, the rope still tied to his hands and feet. Yes, he died alone at the swimming hole.

He was always different. That’s why he became a target for all their hatred and shame.

Lately I’ve had this dream at night. I see him standing in the bright sunlight, and I’m all alone at the swimming hole. He watches me taking off my clothes. He watches me as I face the cold. Yes, he’s watching me. He’s watching me. He’s watching me as I’m diving in.

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