Campfire Songs
Pure and holy tried and true
Sanctuary
if you get there before I do coming for to carry me home
Swing Low, Sweet Chariot
Calling for you
Jesus is calling
all my life you have been
Goodness of God
they are weak
Jesus Loves Me
Someone's crying Lord
Kumbaya
morning by morning new mercies I see
Great is Thy Faithfulness
blessed feet
you call me out upon the waters
Oceans (Where Feet May Fail)
they are precious in his sight
Jesus Loves the Little Children
Whip whip
Purple stew
each one diff'rent from the other
Weave
faithfully faithfully holding my hand
in the water
Washed
he wanted to see
Zacheus was a wee little man
surfing surfing surfing
Give me oil in my lamp
a shelter, a space, a safe place for growing
Everyone Born
sometimes I feel discouraged
There is a bomb in Gilled
blind leading blind folk
Dusty Bibles
theres nothing my God cannot do
My God is so big
afresh on me
Spirit of the Living God
The trees will clap their hands
The Trees of the Field
have we trials and temptations
What a friend we have in Jesus
in the presence of my enemies
I will rejoice
This is the day