Everybody, each and all We're gonna die eventually It's no more or less our fault Than it is our destiny So now, Lord, I come to You Asking only for
Each crack of that whip was for my mistakes Blood is on my hands Each stumble up that hill was my step to take Blood is on my hands And how do I say
Who's my brother in Nashville, Tennessee? Who's my sister in the village in Malawi? Who's my lover in Washington DC? Who's my neighbor, who's my loved
I?ve been leaning on things I?m finding unstable I?ve been standing on things that are unsure I?ve been surrounding myself with things I?m finding unable
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me And I once was lost but now I'm found Was blind but now I see so clearly And Hallelujah
I?ll admit I'm glad we're not disciples Out on a lake paralyzed with fright 'Cause I'm afraid I might have laughed at Peter Until he stepped into that
Need a little more sunshine in the middle of rain Need a little more joy in the middle of pain I need a little more color in the middle of this plain
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 they
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,
Open up the skies of mercy Rain down Your cleansing flood Healing waters, they rise around us Hear our cries, Lord and let 'em rise Open up the skies
Come ye sinners, poor and needy Weak and wounded, sick and sore Jesus ready stands to save you Full of pity, love and power Come ye thirsty, come and
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'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
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
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 it?s not that much And I pray
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
It's funny how a big ol' fish can hear Your voice Find one man in the whole ocean and swallow him whole Because You said so It's funny how a little plant
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'
