PRELUDE
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 what I thought was solid ground
But I know it could be sand
Written by Todd Agnew
©2007 Ardent/Koala Music (ASCAP). All Rights Reserved.
STILL HAS A HOLD
Many times when I was little I’d hold my Daddy’s hand
Many times I thought I was so strong I’d let go and try to stand
Many times I fell and was so ashamed, never good enough
But someone failed to tell me
Holding on doesn’t do too much
Sometimes I’m on the mountain holding on to Your hand
Sometimes I’m in the middle holding the best I can
Sometimes I’m in the valley and I let go long ago
When my hand is weak and tired
Your hand still has a hold
Many times when I was a child they told me to follow the rules
Many times I tried oh so hard to do what they wanted me to
But many times I failed and in my disgrace
I couldn’t call Your name
But I found that though I left You
You were with me all the same
I’ve tried to hold on to You
Seems the best that I can do is sometimes
Doing everything I can
But it’s slipping through my hands sometimes
And if You’re looking for consistency look to someone else
‘Cause I’m holding hands with Heaven while I’m making eyes at Hell
If I’m ever gonna change God, I need Your help
Written by Todd Agnew
©2007 Ardent/Koala Music (ASCAP). All Rights Reserved.
Drums - Kim Trammell
Bass - Dave Smith
Lap steel - Steve Selvidge
Fiddle - Tommy Burroughs
BGV - Candace Bennett
Group Intro BGV – John Hampton, Adam Hill
LEAST OF THESE
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?
Why do you always remind me?
Why can’t I be free from who I’ve been?
Why can’t you see me as one of the least of these?
I’m a liar, I’m a thief, I’m a traitor, I’m the chief of sinners
I’m pretty sure nothing’s beneath me
I’m a cheater, I’m a chain, I don’t know if I can change
But why does it have to define me?
Why do you always remind me?
Why does this have to define me?
If He came to this hell to find me?
Why can’t this blood refine me?
Why do you always remind me?
Written by Todd Agnew
©2007 Ardent/Koala Music (ASCAP). All Rights Reserved.
Drums - Kim Trammell
Bass - Dave Smith
Electric guitar - Steve Selvidge
IF YOU WANTED ME
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 stormy night
If you wanted me to walk on water
Why’d You make the solid ground seem so right?
I’ll admit I’m glad I’m not King David
Ruling over everything I see
‘Cause I think I’ve fallen for more than Bathsheba
Your creation’s a temptation for me
If you wanted me to love you only
Why’d you make the moonlight sparkle in her eyes?
I’ll admit I’m glad I’m not John the Baptist
In a jail cell waiting for my day to die
‘Cause at least down here I know what we’re chasing
And it’s hard to trust Your dreams are so much better than mine
If you wanted me to die to myself
Why’d you make me fall so deeply in love with life?
If You wanted me to surrender
Why’d You make these hands able to hold on so tight?
And if You wanted me to be like You
Why’d You make me like me?
Written by Todd Agnew
©2007 Ardent/Koala Music (ASCAP). All Rights Reserved.
Drums - Kim Trammell
Bass - Dave Smith
Electric guitar - Steve Selvidge
MARTYR’S SONG
Sing O son of Zion
Shout O child of mine
Rejoice with all your heart and soul and mind
For you are finally home
I’ve been waiting to dance with you
In fields full of colors you’ve never seen
I’ve been waiting to show you beauty
You never dreamed that’s always been in you
I’ve been waiting to see you tremble as you’re embraced
By a world saturated with my love
I’ve been waiting for the day when at last I get to say
My child you are finally home
Sing O son of Zion
Shout O child of mine
Rejoice with all your heart and soul and mind
For you are finally home
I’ve been waiting to watch you realize
What all your longing was for
I’ve been waiting to show you the thread of grace
That ran through all your pain
I’ve been waiting to let you drink the water of which
Your greatest joy on earth was just a taste
I’ve been waiting for the day when at last I get to say
My child you are finally home
Sing O son of Zion
Shout O child of mine
Rejoice with all your heart and soul and mind
Sing O daughter of Zion
Cry out O child of mine
Dance with all the strength that you can find
For you are finally home
Every tear you cried dried in the palm of my hand
Every lonely hour was by my side
Every loved one lost, every river crossed
Every moment, every hour was pointing to this day
Longing for this day…
Written by Todd Agnew
©2007 Ardent/Koala Music (ASCAP). All Rights Reserved.
Drums - Kim Trammell
Bass - Dave Smith
Electric guitar - Paul Moak, Steve Selvidge,
Children’s choir – Dean Beckford, Jules Jordan, Bridge Leigh, Jesse Lipscomb, Anna Claire Sneed, Chase Waldrip
Children’s choir contracted by – Amy Hanford
Adult Choir - Clay Crosse, Jenny Hendrix, Chris Long, Tim Nicholson, Lisa Pesnell, Ashley Pyron, Aislynn Rappe`, David Tillman
Strings performed by the City of Prague Philharmonic Orchestra, conducted by Joni McCabe and arranged by Jonathan Rathbone
LOVERS IN OUR HEADS
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
Everyone’s reacting just the same
As she feared they would
Are we more concerned with the fruit of another
Never noticing our own barren branches?
Are we more consumed with casting stones at each other
While ignoring the lovers in our beds?
Our own beds in our heads
Mary’s driving home again, turns on the radio
‘Cause no one’s writing songs about divorce
She could use a verse or two
Anything that brings just a few
Moments of light in the middle of this darkness
God hears her cries
As her tears fall rivaling the grains of sand
We have His heart
What is keeping us from being His hands?
Mary’s driving home again, turns off the radio
‘Cause no one’s writing songs about divorce… yet
Written by Todd Agnew
©2007 Ardent/Koala Music (ASCAP). All Rights Reserved.
Drums - Kim Trammell
Bass - Dave Smith
Electric Guitar – Steve Selvidge
Wurlitzer – Rick Steff
Piano – Todd Agnew
BGV – Joy Whitlock-
Strings arranged by Jonathan Kirkscey
Violin – Roy Brewer, Jessica Munson
Viola – Jennifer Puckett
Cello – Jonathan Kirkscey
PEACE ON EARTH
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
There won’t be…
There won’t be peace on earth
There won’t be peace on earth
There won’t be peace on earth
There won’t be, there won’t be
Won’t be peace
When a Chinese girl and a Haitian boy
And an American child all share the same toys
There might be, there might be…
When the TV brings a tear to our eyes
And it’s not a movie, but news of a hungry child across the world
There might be…
There might be peace on earth
There might be peace on earth
There might be peace on earth
There might be, there might be
Might be peace
When I look at the world and see…
Rap:
We got a problem
We’re seeing the surfaces too often
Whether race or religion
It makes no difference
The blood paid penance
Forgiven the death sentence
No lines no more, no rich, no poor
No Jew, no Greek, no slave, no free
When I look at you and see someone just like me
There might be, there might be…
When the Lord of all is the Lord of each
And I love you like He loves me
There might be…
No, there will be
Written by Todd Agnew
©2007 Ardent/Koala Music (ASCAP). All Rights Reserved.
Rap written and performed by: Benton A. James of the Urban Sophisticates
Drums - Kim Trammell
Bass - Dave Smith
Loop Drums – Kim Trammell
Electric Guitar – Teenie Hodges, Paul Moak
Percussion – John Hampton
Benton’s vocal recorded at Kenosis Studios, Greensboro, NC
Engineered by Jeremy Denman
FUNNY
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 can hear Your voice
And grow as big as a tent to give that man a home
Because You said so
And You speak to me all the time
And I can’t obey You to save my life
Well, I can but I don’t, and I want to but I won’t
And I don’t do what I want to
I do what I don’t mean to
And I’m confused
It’s funny how a fish can obey You but I can’t
It’s funny how the bright ol’ sun can hear Your voice along its way
Stop in the middle of the sky for an entire day
Because You said so
It’s funny how a donkey can hear Your voice
And talk instead of bray to set Your child on His way
Because You said so
And You speak to me all the time
Lighting my path with Your words of life
But I can’t obey You no matter how hard I try
It’s funny how a fish can obey You
How a plant can obey You
How the sun can obey You
How a donkey can obey You
Seems like everything can obey You, but I can’t
Written by Todd Agnew
©2007 Ardent/Koala Music (ASCAP). All Rights Reserved.
Drums - Kim Trammell
Bass - Dave Smith
Electric Guitar – Jack Holder
DON’T SAY A WORD
My mama told me when I was a child
Son, you’ve gotta keep a hold of your tongue
If you don’t have anything nice to say, my child
Well don’t say anything at all
‘Cause every single thing that comes out of your mouth
Someone’s listening
Taking as the truth every word that comes out
So don’t, don’t, don’t
Don’t say a word
My Father told me people see a preacher preach
And assume that the words are the Lord’s
So before you spout out your most recent thoughts
Just remember who you’re speaking for
Or don’t say anything at all
The Word was made flesh and He dwelt among men
There’s a truth deeper than our opinion
A message of life for the dead
And who will tell them?
‘Cause every single thing that comes out of your mouth
Someone’s listening
Taking as the truth every word that comes out
So don’t, so don’t
‘Cause every single thing that comes out of your mouth
Someone, someone
Is taking as the truth every word that comes out
Don’t, don’t, don’t
Don’t say a word
Written by Todd Agnew
©2007 Ardent/Koala Music (ASCAP). All Rights Reserved.
Drums - Kim Trammell
Bass - Dave Smith
Electric Guitar – Jack Holder
B-3, Wurlitzer – Rick Steff
Percussion – John Hampton
WAR INSIDE
Do you feel the tension, do you?
Do you feel the grind?
Do you see the battle ‘tween this
Flesh and soul of mine?
‘Cause there’s a war inside of me
Between who I want to be
And who I am
I do what I don’t want to do
And don’t do what I mean
I end up chasing all my nightmares
Abandoning my dreams
Who I am is not who I want to be
Shackled like a slave when I know that I’m free
Wrong and right, truth and lie, death versus life
Everything in me is choosing sides
And the showdown begins
Do you feel the tension?
Written by Todd Agnew
©2007 Ardent/Koala Music (ASCAP). All Rights Reserved.
Drums - Kim Trammell
Bass - Dave Smith
Electric Guitar – Jack Holder, Jason Rooney
Spoken Word - Candace Bennett, Jason Gillespie, John Hampton, Elizabeth Montgomery, Aislynn Rappe`, Cody Spriggs, Grace Spriggs, Jody Stephens, Curry Weber, Joy Whitlock
OUR GREAT GOD
Eternal God, unchanging
Mysterious and unknown
Your boundless love, unfailing
In grace and mercy shown
Bright seraphim in ceaseless flight around Your glorious throne
They raise their voices day and night in praise to You alone
Hallelujah, Glory be to our great God
Lord, we are weak and frail
Helpless in the storm
Surround us with Your angels
Hold us in Your arms
Our cold and ruthless enemy, his pleasure is our harm
Rise up, O Lord, and he will flee before our sovereign God
Let every creature in the sea and every flying bird
Let every mountain, every field and valley of the earth
Let all the moons and all the stars in all the universe
Sing praises to the living God who rules them by His word
Written by Fernando Ortega and Mac Powell
©2002 New Spring Publishing, Word Music LLC, Dejamesolo Music (ASCAP). All Rights Reserved. Used by Permission.
Guest Vocal – Rebecca St. James. Rebecca appears courtesy of Forefront Records.
Drums - Kim Trammell
Bass - Dave Smith
Electric Guitar – Steve Selvidge
Guitar Solo – Jason Rooney
Strings arranged by Jonathan Kirkscey
Violin – Roy Brewer, Jessica Munson
Viola – Jennifer Puckett
Cello – Jonathan Kirkscey
Rebecca’s vocal recorded at Experientia Studio, Franklin, TN
Engineered by Ainslie Grosser
ON A CORNER IN MEMPHIS
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
And that he means every word from the bottom
Of what’s left of his heart… tonight
A few hours later, I slip into church
Singing songs about saving grace
One guy’s nodding off and another hates to be here
And we all mouth the words to save face
It’s 11:15 on Sunday morning
And I wish I was
On a corner in Memphis listening to the old man
Singing out his sorrows and laying down his pride
He’s telling me his story or at least his side
With no need to pretend and nowhere to hide
‘Cause we are all broken here
We’re are all ashamed
I couldn’t fool you if I wanted to
Our stories are too much the same
And what about this Jesus?
They say He drank with the poor and the blind and the lame
Do you think He’d like the songs that we sing?
Or would He feel the same as I do?
What if Sunday School was on Saturday night?
What if their heart-breaking cries of pain
Are the first hymns of tomorrow’s saints?
On a corner in Memphis, we’re singing with the old man
Crying for his sorrows and laying down our pride
He’s telling us our story, or at least his side
With no need to pretend and nowhere to hide
On a corner in Memphis
We’re singing out our sorrows
He’s telling us his story
With no need to pretend and nowhere to hide
On a corner in Memphis
Written by Todd Agnew
©2007 Ardent/Koala Music (ASCAP). All Rights Reserved.
Drums - Kim Trammell
Bass - Dave Smith
Electric Guitar – Jack Holder
B-3 – Rick Steff
PREACHERS AND THIEVES
Janie’s an addict but 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
As I’m standing here on this stage
Hanging from a cross that I have made
What you see is probably deceit
Only God knows the difference
The difference between preachers and thieves
Rosa’s the lady in apartment fifteen
No one knows her name or what language she speaks
Or that her son is dying alone behind those walls
Separating their home from the apartments she cleans
Struggling to stand and fighting to breathe
One cries to His left and one dies to His right
One takes his last breath embracing his mockery
While the other opens his eyes in paradise
Written by Todd Agnew
©2007 Ardent/Koala Music (ASCAP). All Rights Reserved.
Drums - Kim Trammell
Bass - Dave Smith
Electric Guitar – Jack Holder, Paul Moak
BGV – Joy Whitlock
CAN I BE WITH YOU
Everybody each and all, we’re going to 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 Your grace
You know what I’ve put myself through,
All those empty dreams I chased
And when my body lies in the ruins of the lies that nearly ruined me
Will You pick up the pieces that were pure and true
And breathe life into them and set them free?
And when You start this world over again from scratch
Will You make me anew out of the stuff that lasts?
Stuff that’s purer than gold is and clearer than glass could ever be
Can I be with You?
Can I be with You?
Everybody all and each, from the day that we are born
We have to learn to walk beneath
Those mercies by which we’re drawn
Now we wrestle in the dark with these angels that we can’t see
We will move on although with scars
O Lord, move in me
And when my body lies in the ruins of the lies that nearly ruined me
Will You pick up the pieces that were pure and true
And breathe life into them and set them free?
When You blast this cosmos to kingdom come
When those jagged edged mountains we love are gone
When the sky is crossed with the tears of a thousand falling suns
As they crash into the sea
Can I be with You?
Can I be with You?
Written by Rich Mullins and Justin Peters
©1987 River Oaks Music Co. (ASCAP), Class Reunion Music (BMI). All Rights Reserved. Used by Permission.
Drums - Kim Trammell
Bass - Dave Smith
Electric Guitar – Steve Selvidge
Group Vocal - Candace Bennett, Jonathan and Bethany Chu, Rob and Amber Ramsey, Cody and Grace Spriggs, David Tillman, Brian and Leslie Wilson
BGV – Joy Whitlock