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.
Shepherd, Your sheep are weary. Cold and tired, battered and bruised and torn. And Shepherd, Your sheep are hungry. We got what we wanted but we still need something more.
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.
Only one thing cannot fail. Only one thing will never die. Only one thing is sure and stable. Even when I turn and turn and turn. . Only one thing, deeper than the ocean.
As long as we say prayers for our children. That we do not pray for others. There won't be. . And as long as we take offerings for those in need. To appease our guilt over our greed.
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.
I've been waiting to dance with you. In fields full of colors you've never seen. And I've been waiting to show you beauty. You'd never dreamed that's always been in you.
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?.
All to Jesus I surrender. All to Him I freely give. I will ever love and trust Him. In his presence daily live. So Im letting go. Of the chains that are holding me down.
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.
When peace, peace like a river. When it comes, comes my way. When sorrows like sea billows roll. Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say. . It is well, it is well.