when we don't get what we deserve that's a real good thing when we get what we don't deserve that's a real good thing born to sin and then get caught all our good deeds don't mean squat sell the Volvo shred the Visa send the cash to Ma Teresa great idea the only catch is you don't get saved on merit badges when we don't get what we deserve... doctor's coming looking grim "Do you have a favorite hymn?" check your balance through the years all accounts are in arrears guilt is bitter grace is sweet park it here on the mercy seat when we don't get what we deserve... |
dull as dirt you can't assert the kind of light that might persuade a strict dictator to retire fire the army teach the poor origami the truth is in the proof is when you hear your heart start asking, "What's my motivation?" and try as you may, there isn't a way to explain the kind of change that would make an Eskimo renounce fur that would make a vegetarian barbecue hamster unless you can trace this about-face to a certain sign... shine make 'em wonder what you've got make 'em wish that they were not on the outside looking bored shine let it shine before all men let 'em see good works, and then let 'em glorify the Lord out of the shaker and onto the plate it isn't Karma it sure ain't fate that would make a Deadhead sell his van that would make a schizophrenic turn in his crayons Oprah freaks and science seeks a rationale that shall excuse this strange behavior when you let it shine you will inspire the kind of entire turnaround that would make a bouncer take ballet (even bouncers who aren't... happy) but out of the glare with nowhere to turn you ain't gonna learn it on "What's My Line?" shine... |
it's not a family trait it's nothing that I ate and it didn't come from skating with holy rollers it's an early warning sign it keeps my life in line but it's so hard to define never mind it's just a spirit thing it's just a holy nudge it's like a circuit judge in the brain it's just a spirit thing it's here to guard my heart it's just a little hard to explain it pushes when I quit it smells of counterfeit sometimes it works a bit like a teleprompter when it's teleprompting you I pray you'll let it through and I'll help you with the how but for now it's a spirit thing... I took the pulpit then backed down again some things in heaven cannot be explained I took the soapbox then backed down again some things in heaven cannot be explained I took the airwaves then backed down again some things in heaven cannot be explained it's just a spirit thing... |
a fisher of men remembers... and I have watched in wonder as with a word You calmed a raging sea I have seen You make the wine from water mud and water made a blind man see water still reminds me of the seaside where out eyes first met let it rain Lord, we're watiing for Your rain to fall let it rain bringing back the wonder of it all and I can see Your face again when You let it rain and I've been bathed in mercy by every gesture, every word You've said once I spoke of power and high position You took a towel and washed my feet instead water, like a promise heave opens, but I'm not there yet let it rain... I've been foolish thought I knew it all there times I denied Your name Your forgiveness, like a waterfall washes away my shame a new dawn is breaking another hour, and then I leave this place I am ready, Lord, to give my life up I am ready, Lord, to see Your face water, like a promise and in this final hour, I think my final prayer shall be would You let it rain? let Your Spirit fall afresh on me let it rain... |
she's been dazed and induced wants a part-time God for her private use but she won't take a stand 'cause she might get tagged as a closet Jesus fan sign on the time is drawing near this is surely a banner year to be a public witness sign on the lines are drawn and clear there's no straddling fences here we're going public with this he's displaced and unglued scared that faith in God could be misconstrued but the corss makes him wish that his spine was more than a school of jellyfish sign on... |
poster child for the Christian single dumped on more than a birdhouse single tired of the same old crowd, she starts to mingle where she don't belong all God's bachelors hanging in a bunch wolves in Wool-lite beat 'em to the punch score another knockout, barely bought her lunch what went wrong? let's talk about real life truth and consequences and coming to our senses and lies we'd best unlearn let's talk about real love truth and propaganda are you really gonna stand for love that waits it's turn? I am the voice of the male agenda sensitive, strong or shy, I tend to act anyway that would possibly send you somewhere we can be alone you're so sure I'm a would be Christian sucker by the "Untamed Heart" condition love that feminine intuition seen that movie, too let's talk about real life... |
last one turns the lights out, and makes sure every curtain's drawn nail the shutters shut, he's sure we are not of this world for long who do you think you are? did you figure out the date? what do you hope to do while you sit around and wait, wait, wait? last one turns the lights out, and disconnects the answer-phone stuffs all sense of msision, says "I just can't turn the tide alone" who do you think you are? did youfigure out the time? what do you hope to do while you hide out and whine, whine, whine... don't go shuttin' down 'til the trumpet sounds and the battle is won don't go punchin' out 'til the final shout and the father says, "well done" last one turns the light out, and just keeps playing dumb these were his instructions, he's not sure where he got 'em from why do you wanna hide in a separate class? why do you buy the lie of a faith under glass, glass glass... don't go shuttin' down... last one shoots the lights out, and climbs up to the top of the roof he's sitting there 'til the Second Coming says he's got mathematical proof who do you think you are? did you figure out the date? what do you hope to do while you sit around and wait wait, wait... don't go shuttin' down... |
be still and know He know He is holy be still and know He is God we have filled our lives with inventions that have hurried us nowhere fast now we need to turn our attentions to what will last be still and know He know He is holy be still and know He is God love Him more dearly see Him more clearly be still and know He is God we've been running without a direction we're afraid to get there late what we need is strength just to kneel down and wait be still... |
I want to preach the Word they want massages I check chapter and verse they check their watches I spy another yawn I might as well be gone let's stand and say "Amen" some days, I must admit I still don't get this could be it's time to quit when days get like this I slip into the night then stumble towards the light wake up and try again when You called my name I didn't know how far the calling went when You called my name I didn't know what the word really meant when I recall Your call I feel so small could be I'm losing touch could be they don't care Lord knows I don't know much Lord knows I've been there I trip toward my retreat I fall down at Your feet get up and try again when You called my name I didn't know how far the calling went when You called my name I didn't know what the word really meant when I recall Your call I feel so small Lord, what did you see when you called out for me? I start losing heart and then it comes again lifted from despair by the prayers of someone lifted from despair by the prayers of someone |
thumbs out on a desert road I am told leads to nowhere any shade is as good as the next if your shadow doesn't go there week seven: did you really assume I'd find some solace from the letter in your room? next life, could you kindly refrain from throwing yourself at the mercy of a train? silence all, nobody breathe how in the world could you just leave? you promised you would silence that evil with good hear me out, I have the floor I'll give you my tears, I'll listen more you pormised you would overcome evil with good maybe this world is a barren place for a soul prone to get lost but heaven still hounds from the smallest sounds to the cries of the storm-tossed week nine: I am writing in the sand and little clue that could help me understand every whispered secret, every muffled sigh every half-truth that was added to a lie silence all, nobody move I've got to know now what you hoped to prove you promised you would silence that evil with good shame feeds guilt, guilt needs release you took it to God you made your peace and swore that you would overcome evil with good every old demon playing back the crime if they needed blood, I'd have gladly given mine a Child of the Knigdom still an invalid forgive her, please Father she don't know what she did silence all, now go to sleep the water's free, the well is deep how can we return that which we never could earn? God, I long to see her face we haven't a hope beyond Your grace I know that You will overcome evil for good |