Do you feel the tension, do you?. Do you feel the grind?. Do you see the battle 'tween this. Flesh and soul of mine?. . 'Cause there's a war inside of me.
And I need some substance in this relativistic world. I need some truth in the middle of all these lies. And I need some comfort to wipe away these tears.
I cannot believe, I'm this dirty. And I'm ashamed to even ask to be clean. I can't think of anyone less worthy. I have nothing to offer or to bring. .
And I searched the world for a song that I could sing. Praise to my King, a gift that I could bring. But no music I found could compare to You. Not one could do justice to Your glory.
Looking out the window at the clouds flying by. I wonder if You moved them with a thought or with a breath. And as they pass, I see the beauty of the sky.
It's cold outside. Or is that just the chill I feel inside from standing here. Steeping in my shame. I can't deny. But I'm surrounded by the very thing You freed me from.
I am struggling to find a way to make. Myself attractive to You, attractive to You. I am trying to be more deserving of. The gift You gave to me, so free.
Many times when I was little. I'd hold my Daddy's hand. And many times I thought I was so strong. I'd let go and try to stand. . But many times I fell and was so ashamed.
Brothers and sisters, I beg you. In light of all He's done for us. To offer yourselves in worship to our God. . Brothers and sisters, I ask you. Present yourselves a living sacrifice.
I've got better questions than I have answers. Better dreams than I have plans. I've got better thoughts than I have actions. . So I built my house on.
I fell so far, I did not know anyone could save me. I could not find a light as far as I could see. My body lay broken at the bottom of my prison. My hope washed away as the waves crashed over me.
Janie's an addict but then she feeds her family. Hank owns a bank but his kids are on the street. Janie's got a good grip on desperation. While Hank's getting fat but he doesn't see his need.
Saturday on Beale St.. With the drunk and the searching. I hear an old man playing guitar. . I can't make out what he's saying. But I can tell you that he's suffered.
Which Jesus do you follow?. Which Jesus do you serve?. If Ephesians says to imitate Christ. Why do you look so much like the world?. . 'Cause my Jesus bled and died.
I was born with no chance at life. Dead before I took my first breath. I was born with no family ties. Alone before I knew where I lived. . They called me broken, worthless and a shame.
A poor man on the corner. I could give to You by buying him lunch. But I rarely think about it. Cause I got a little but its not that much. . And I pray Lord, wont You help me?.
Mary's driving home again. She's crying again. Johnny left her for another girl. . She's embarrassed by her loneliness. And haunted by her shame. And everyone's reacting just the same.
I'm a druggie, I'm a pusher, I'm a one night stand whore. Accuser, an abuser with nothing to live for. A devil, a deceiver and probably much more. . But why does it have to define me?.
Jesus died for our sins. His blood washed away these stains. He died to give you freedom. So, why do you still wear those chains. Chains, chains, chains.
I saw the Lord seated on a throne high and exalted. And the train of His robe filled the temple. Above Him were angels with six mighty wings. With two theyd cover their faces.