Glory to our great redeemer
Spotless Lamb for sinners slain
My pardon purchased, my ransom paid
Glory glory to His name

Glory to our great redeemer
Died my death that I might live
Such costly grace He so freely gives
Glory glory to His name

Glory to our perfect sacrifice
A Lamb whose blood covered my shame
The wrath of God poured out and satisfied
Glory glory to His name

Glory to our great redeemer
Once an enemy, now reconciled
This stranger loved as an adopted child
Glory glory to His name

Glory to our perfect sacrifice
A Lamb whose blood covered my shame
The wrath of God poured out and satisfied
Glory glory to His name

Glory to our great redeemer
Conqueror of death and hell
He was resurrected, raising me as well
Glory glory to His name

Glory to our perfect sacrifice
A Lamb whose blood covered my shame
The wrath of God poured out and satisfied
Glory glory to His name
Glory glory to His name

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I can’t let You see me this way
How could You love me in my shame?
I fell, God, I’m filthy again
Still I hear You call my name

It’s hard for me to believe
I could be lovely in Your eyes
That I’m really the one You want
It’s hard for me to believe
You would want me by Your side
That I’m really the one You want
I’m really the one You want

I wish my stumbling finally would end
But I need Your mercy once again
I’ve shed these tears so many times
Still You pick me up and hold me tight

It’s hard for me to believe
I could be lovely in Your eyes
That I’m really the one You want
It’s hard for me to believe
You would want me by Your side
I’m really the one You want

And You love me, You love me
You love me still
You love me, You love me
And You always will
You will
The one You want
I’m really the one You want
The one You want

It’s hard for me to believe
I could be lovely in Your eyes
That I’m really the one You want
It’s hard for me to believe
You would want me by Your side
I’m really the one You want

And You love me, You love me
You love me still
You love me, You love me
And You always will

I’ve heard these stories all my life
Every Sunday morning
I met Jesus at the feltboard
I’ve heard these stories so many times
Of how and why You died
And how I can live

But You said all sins can be forgiven
But when You said that did You mean me?
Did You mean me?

You said that we could be more like You
But did you know what I’d do
How I’d fall so short?
And You said confession leads to healing
Do you see I’m here and kneeling
And I’m still not well

But You said that faith can move a mountain
But when You said that did You mean me?

Did You mean me
When You said we were made in Your image?
‘Cause I don’t see much of You in this reflection
Did you mean me
When you said we would do even greater things?
‘Cause I don’t see anything that I have to offer You

Did You mean me?

You said that You would never leave us
But when You said that
Did you mean me?
Please don’t leave me

Did you mean me?

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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
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, laying down his pride

He’s telling me his story or at least his side
No need to pretend, and nowhere to hide

‘Cause we are all broken here, we 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, the blind and the lame
Do you think He’d like the songs 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

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…

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
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

Sing O son of Zion Shout O child of mine
Rejoice with all your heart and soul and
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

I’d always dreamed I’d build the cradle we’d lay You in
When we brought You home, when we brought You home
But there You lay, fast asleep in a feed trough
It was all that I could find

I’d always hoped You’d have my eyes
And maybe a bit of the skill of my hands
But as I look into Your eyes
I see Your hands created mine

This is all I have to give
You can share my home and bear my name
But this is not how you should live
But the Son of God has become the Son of man
And this is all I have to give

I’d always thought about how I’d teach you to build your first chair
And how to treat your mom, your lovely mom
How to explain the reckless love of God to your simple mind
But what can I offer you, my Son,
When You’re the living breathing proof
Of everything I hoped could possibly be true

Why couldn’t God have chosen another man?
How can I lead this family when I don’t understand?
How can I take the place of your Dad
When I cannot explain even how You came to be?
My sweet Jesus, my baby boy

May the grace of God shine upon this man
‘Cause this is all I have to give

I need a little more sunshine in the middle of rain
Need a little more joy in the middle of pain
Need a little more color in the middle of this plain jane

Cause I’ve looked as deep as I can see
And I think I need a little more You in the middle of me

I need a little more patience in the middle of stress
I need a little more beauty in the middle of this mess
Need a little more substance in the middle of this emptiness

I need more of You and less of me
More of You and a little less insanity
More of You and a little less complexity

I’ve looked as deep as I can see
It seems more of You is better for me

I need a little more rhythm in the middle of this lazy rhyme
Need a little more spontaneity in the middle of this daily grind
Need a little more truth, not music, in this world of lies

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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’d cover their faces
With two they’d cover their feet
And with two, they’d fly
With two, they’d fly… and sing

Holy, holy, holy is the Lord Almighty
And the whole earth is full of His glory
He’s glorious

I said, “Woe to me, I am ruined
For I am unclean, and so are all my kind
But my eyes have seen the King
The Lord Almighty, Lord Almighty”

An angel flew to me and he had fire in His hand
He put it to my lips and God took away my sin
He took away my sin

So we sing…

Which Jesus do you follow?
Which Jesus do you serve?
If Ephesians says to imitate Christ
Then why do you look so much like the world?

Cause my Jesus bled and died
He spent His time with thieves and liars
He loved the poor and accosted the arrogant
So which one do you want to be?

Blessed are the poor in spirit
Or do we pray to be blessed with the wealth of this land
Blessed are they that hunger and thirst for righteousness
Or do we ache for another taste of this world of shifting sand

Cause my Jesus bled and died for my sins
He spent His time with thieves and sluts and liars
He loved the poor and accosted the rich
So which one do you want to be?

Who is this that You follow
This picture of the American dream
If Jesus was here would you walk right by on
the other side or fall down and worship at His holy feet

Pretty blue eyes and curly brown hair and a clear complexion
Is how you see Him as He dies for Your sins
But the Word says He was battered and scarred
Or did you miss that part
Sometimes I doubt we’d recognize Him

Cause my Jesus bled and died
He spent His time with thieves and the least of these
He loved the poor and accosted the comfortable
So which one do you want to be?

Cause my Jesus would never be accepted in my church
The blood and dirt on His feet might stain the carpet
But He reaches for the hurting and despises the proud
I think He’d prefer Beale St. to the stained glass crowd
And I know that He can hear me if I cry out loud

I want to be like my Jesus

Not a posterchild for American prosperity, but like my Jesus
You see I’m tired of living for success and popularity
I want to be like my Jesus but I’m not sure what that means to be like You Jesus
Cause You said to live like You, love like You
But then You died for me
Can I be like You Jesus?
I want to be like My Jesus

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I searched the world for a song that I could sing
Praise to my King, a gift that I could bring
But no music I found could compare to you
Not one could do justice to your glory
What are my songs compared to yours

You speak with thunder and lightning
Your voice shakes the mountains
The foundations of the earth
All I can offer is this fragile breath
With each one I’ll praise You
With each one I’ll praise You more

I searched the world for a poem I could read
A rhyme that would bring glory to my King
But no writing I found was worthy of
This God high above all other gods
What are my words compared to yours

Speak to me, speak to me please
Won’t You speak to me

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost but now I’m found
Was blind but now I see so clearly

Hallelujah, grace like rain falls down on me
Hallelujah, all my stains are washed away
They’re washed away

‘Twas grace that taught my heart to fear
And grace my fears relieved
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed

When we’ve been there ten thousand years
Bright shining as the sun
We’ve no less days to sing Your praise
Than when we first begun