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| 5:17 | 
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What a relief it is to know
I’m a slave to Christ Of all the masters I have known I’m compelled to live this life Free for you I’m on the other side of something I’m on the other side of something I have a new hope that blows away The small hopes I knew before And at the end of the day I am yours And I am compelled You’ve written on my very heart Where no man can legislate The law of your love has taken hold With your holiness and grace There’s no mistake I’m on the other side of something I’m coming out the other side, the other side I have a new hope that blows away The small hopes I knew before And at the end of the day I am yours And I am compelled I am drawn and driven, I am compelled You have written it, I am compelled You live in me And I can’t help myself |
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| 2. |
| 5:11 |
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I'm trying to work things out
I'm trying to comprehend Am I the chance result Of some great accident I hear a rhythm call me The echo of a grand design I spend each night in the backyard Staring up at the stars in the sky I have another meeting today With my new counselor My mom will cry and say I don't know what to do with her She's so unresponsive I just cannot break through She spends all night in the backyard Staring up at the stars and the moon They have a chart and a graph Of my despondency They want to chart a path For self-recovery And want to know what I'm thinking What motivates my mood To spend all night in the backyard Staring up at the stars and the moon Maybe this was made for me For lying on my back in the middle of a field Maybe that's a selfish thought Or maybe there's a loving God Maybe I was made this way To think and to reason and to question and to pray And I have never prayed a lot But maybe there's a loving God Maybe this was made for me For lying on my back in the middle of a field Maybe that's a selfish thought Or maybe there's a loving God Maybe I was mad this way To think and to reason and to question and to pray And I have never prayed a lot But maybe there's a loving God And that may be a foolish thought Or maybe there is a God And I have never prayed a lot But maybe there's a loving God |
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| 3. |
| 4:03 |
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Dress down your pretty faith. Give me something real.
Leave out the thee and thou and speak to me now. Speak to my pain and confusion. Speak through my fears and my pride. Speak to the part of me that knows I'm something deep down inside. I know that I am not perfect, but compare me to most, In a world of hurt and a world of anger I think I'm holding my own. And I know that you said there is more to life. And I know I am not satisfied. But there are mornings I wake up and I'm just thankful to be alive. I've known now, for quite a while, that I am not whole. I've remembered the body and the mind, But disected my soul. Now something inside is awakening, Like a dream I once had and forgot. And it's something I'm scared of And something I don't want to stop. And I woke up this morning and realized that Jesus is not a portait. Where stained glass windows or hymns or the tradition that surrounds us. And I thought it would be hard to believe in But it's not hard at all. To believe I've sinned and fallen short of the Glory of God. And He's not asking me to change in my joy for martyrdom He's asking to take my place. To stand in the gap that I have formed With His real, and His sweet, and His real amazing grace. And it's not just a sign or a sacrament. It's not just a metaphor for love. The blood is real and it's not just a symbol of your faith. So leave out the thee and thou and speak now. |
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| 4:22 |
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I've done every devotional
Been every place emotional Trying to hear a new word from God And I think it's very odd, that while I attempt to help myself My Bible sits upon my shelf With every promise I could ever need Chorus: And the Word was And the Word is And the Word will be The old Word is the new Word is The old Word is the new Word is... People are getting fit for Truth Like they're buying a new tailored suit Does it fit across the shoulders Does it fade when it gets older We throw ideas that aren't in style In the Salvation Army pile And search for something more to meet our needs Bridge: I think it's time I rediscover All the ground that I have covered, like Seek Ye first what a verse We are pressed but not crushed, perplexed but don't despair. We are persecuted but not abandoned We are no longer slaves we are daughters and sons, and when we are weak we are very strong And neither death nor life nor present nor future nor depth nor height can keep us from the love of Christ And the Word I need is the Word that was who put on flesh to dwell with us. In the beginning.... |
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