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Isn't it funny what I forgot today; Isn't it great how you worked in spite of me I can see that you're not laughing, Yeah I know it's not a joking matter I guess it's just one of the ways to hide me from my share... When I think you left forever I hear your voice - whisper to me You are a son of grace you are a new born saint You are a chosen temple for me to rest my name I hung there crucified, I lived and died and lived again I saw eternity collide to bring you to me... then I think you left forever I hear your voice I hear your voice, and when I think you left forever I hear your voice - whisper to me |
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well i fought a good fight; i thought the battle had been won i thought that it was over, until you came along sweet as candy sour as a lime you rattled my cages, you took me for a ride... smacked and knocked down, you hit me blindside i thought i had waited but it was the wrong time Jesus prepared me, and do with me as you will i'll wait till this is over, for me you will fufill... people will come and go, but Jesus remains the way, put your hope in heaven, and you'll never be the same... |
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How can I move forward from this place?...of disgrace I'm full of stone...immovable Push me down, Push me down now I might break in two, suffer a chip Created, create, created, an opaque mess I might break in two, suffer a chip Now all that echoes in the chambers of my heart Thin silhouettes of your truth Push me down, Push me down now Remove the veils that once were torn by your blood Lift the scales that I might truly see all of you and you in me |
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Winded again by my broken silence; love's become a noise, as my tongue's on fire My heart consumed, struck by the chord of pride; woe is me I shall come down I shall come down Can't seem to see me, my words are much too loud, as my tongue's on fire Easily ensnared, strengthen my hands which hang down Quench the violence of my fire, of my fire... Precious blood of Christ, bring death that i might see life I see new life, I shall come down; I see new life, I shall come down |
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Don't bow down, before an empty tomb; where a pretty face it makes me stumble And another chance is a hidden fall; a hidden fall... You made that thing with your hands but you kneel down in front of it and pledge your allegiance and all you Own to plastic idols, and a rubber soul... God is in His holy temple, so let us all be silent I worship and adore You, my God; casting down my treasures to the ground Making dust of anything that i could set up in Your place Be thou exalted, be thou exalted God is in His holy temple, so let us all be silent |
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He sits and hears the story of his life; his tears fall down like rain as he begins to realize And wish that i was near to you, and wish that i was there again Life is more than gold; friends are more than old; memories are the commonwealth Thinking about the only Son, that He may have forgotten You know you were the only one, putting yourself in the place of that man Thanking God as the time passes by, another man does the same, He thinks about the reasons why, maybe she was the one to blame... Life is more than gold, friends are more than old, memories are the commonwealth |
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Take me far away, live a place to stay, cause I've been wondering for far too long from the shadows of your wings, complacency has taken over, fly me far away. And I forgot just what he means to me; did you forget what you mean? Except for the silence... Have you noticed that I'm still here? I wait in vain, when will you come near? Words influence my nakedness & compromise blurs the lines of distinction |
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I have a wife, and together we live, in a very small room Yesterday she lost, her car broke down, and now I ride a bicycle You say, I told you so, you were much too young to get married. But I say, You're way too old, and when did you stop living anyway? As I ride my bike, with my safety helmet on, and white tennis shoes, they stare at me but I see through new eyes, or maybe you just don't remember This place that I'm supposed to be, is not the chair in front of a desk in front of a mirror Can't you see that it's not here or there or anywhere But in speaking distance with God,and where can you go that's too far? Because I can worship him anywhere |
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You share her with me yesterday, so close and yet so far away It's the little things she does that magnify your grace And your grace resonates in my soul every time I see her face At your feet I lay her down, humbly before you I bow She's a blessing, you've given to me, Fathew of light The lines have fallen in pleasant places, Many daughters have done well But you excel them all. Protect her and mold her with your hands You've been good to me my sweet And your grace resonates in my soul every time I see her face You have been a shelter Lord, and she has been my dream Beautiful, beautiful, I feel your grace abound on me In the light, in the light At your feet I lay her down, humbly before you I bow She's the blessing, you've given to me, Father of light |
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I stir my cup and think of you; It's just the little things that break me But it's not right to hold you so tight; I end up wrestling with God over you... Whose hands are safer? Who could steal you from His grip? It separates the ocean, with a brush so effortless... There is nothing to worry about, because who loves you more than Jesus? So here again I find myself and everything I've ever loved, at the foot of the cross with three nails There is nothing to worry about, because who loves you more than Jesus? If I hold onto you, will I let go of Christ? Will I end up denying Him in abundance of thrice? Will I ened up in the end with less tan I started with? When I surrender... |