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Extent of Mercy
05:58
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Sins that I commit I can't admit
It's hard to believe that I'm still living
A selfish, evil-seeking hypocrite
It's hard to believe that I'm forgiven
Tell me if you see the hope inside of me
And the way I believe
I'll introduce you to the true me--the liar, the thief--
And why I am free
I will show you though I grow faint from envy and hate,
Jesus carries my weight
Open up your soul, relinquish control
And you will know
I received the light of Jesus Christ,
But I buried it inside
Sold myself a slave at a sorry price
To keep the darkness of my pride
Darkness took me over and controlled my every step
Addiction was adapting to my darkness and its depth
Love Abiding lifted me with lively, holy might
Chased away the darkness in a moment with His light
He picks me up and He holds me up
He lifts me up and picks me up
He holds me up when darkness tears me down
Tell me if you see the hope inside of me
And the way I believe
I'll introduce you to the true me--the liar, the thief--
And why I am free
I will show you though I grow faint from envy and hate,
Jesus carries my weight
Open up your soul, relinquish control
And you will know
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2. |
Walk Away
06:11
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Walk Away
When I saw the temptation
I was dying to stay
But divine communication
Said, “Walk away.”
And I walk twice the distance to nowhere
And I watch twice the memories disappear
And I heard Him say, “Walk away
from the life that pulls you in.
Walk away. Walk away
Before you fall into sin
Though I know you’re dying to stay,
Listen to Me anyway
and walk away. Walk away
Walk away.”
And I know what’s right but I doubt
And I feel my light burn out
It’ll take all my strength to leave here
Plus the faintest whisper in my ear:
“Walk away!”
Easy to mesmerize
I find my malleable eyes
Starting to compromise
To whom I belong
Finally I realize
Since I befriended lies
I cannot analyze
Right and wrong
And You’re gone.
And I heard Him say, “Walk away
from the life that pulls you in.
Walk away. Walk away
Before you fall into sin
Though I know you’re dying to stay,
Listen to Me anyway
and walk away. Walk away
Walk away.”
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3. |
Cool Summer
04:14
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Cool Summer - Musistian
I sit back, get a little distracted by the
box that makes the clocks
run around me laughing ‘cause they’re
never turning back.
The calendar flips and the checking account dips,
but I never want to make a difference
in my only lonely habitat.
When I’m all alone, incapacitated by the information
I was given from the prison that I’m living in,
I look at what I lack,
But I’m still convinced that giving a minute of risk,
opening up an abyss, while I’m committed to this,
I could never gravitate to that.
From inside outside looks so far,
And none of Yours would judge me when I’m
in the dark
Cool Summer, Cool Summer,
Cool Summer, Cool Summer,
Don’t pass me by, don’t pass me by!
When I waste all my time,
Don’t pass me by, don’t pass me by!
Hey,
I think I’ll stay; it isn’t my day
I got a migraine, I think it might rain,
Would you mind if I stay behind?
I’m gonna stay behind
I had a long week and my ottoman needs some feet
And I’ve been waiting to see an animated television
Rot away my mind.
Is anybody gonna rot away my mind?
I got it all figured out I’ve had enough bad times
to know the good times roll away
leaving the bad around to stay
like every summer day
So, I know when I leave the doorstep
the first three or four steps
one good look at the world and
I’m gonna turn around anyway
Every day I run away from you
I turn around to find
I’ve been left behind
with nothing to do
Every time I choose to stay inside
I call upon a curse
and make it even worse and it’s
harder to abide.
And lifeless TV --beats me
why a mindless activity can
take all my energy away
And Shining Beauty eludes me
and the Sunshine is wasted
before I ever tasted a ray
Cool Summer, Cool Summer,
Don’t pass me by!
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4. |
Nineveh Blues
05:06
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The grape vine withered
and it makes me livid
The grape vine withered
and it makes me livid
What did I do to prosper You?
Nothing. I think I just laid here
You could’ve seen a smile had You stayed a while
Yahweh, had You only stayed here!
You gave me a purpose
You stuck me with service
You gave me a purpose:
Worthless service
I hope You can see my apathy
when I share this Gift that You gave me
Morning to bed I wish I were dead
Yahweh, why’d You have to come and save me?
Why should I be grateful
when I can be hateful?
Why should I be humble
when I can grumble?
I run from the LORD, throw me overboard
I’d rather drown in my anger
Why should I serve like He deserve?
When I can be a slave to a stranger
Can You forgive me?
Can You forgive me?
The grape vine withered
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5. |
Lo-Ruhamah
04:15
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I met a woman
We had a blast
And I was attracted
The world was happening
A little too fast
I only reacted
Full of nothing
But deep desire
My sternum was burning
Like an oven
I was on fire
And likewise discerning
Never thought I’d be the man to run away
But now my life is nothing but pretending I’m okay
And I miss you. I miss you.
I want to leave this trouble behind and come home
I miss you. I miss you.
I want to leave this trouble behind
My blooming curiosity that grew into my ruin
Blossomed into a full-grown flower that broke the branch it grew on
And I miss you. I miss you.
I want to leave this trouble behind and come home
In my folly, in my younger days, I didn’t have one regret
My stubbornness combined with pride was my worst enemy yet
Colors are dim. Food is bland. My bones are weak; I can barely stand
I reached in and ripped my heart out with my very own hand
And I miss you. I miss you.
I want to leave this trouble behind and come home
I miss you. I miss you.
I want to leave this trouble behind and come home
Oh! I want to leave this trouble behind and come home
I wish I never sank down anchored by my heart of stone
And I miss you. I miss you.
I want to leave this trouble behind and come home
And though I’d chosen out of weakness, and pushed away
If I ever see you in the doorway, you will hear me say,
“I miss you. I miss you. I want to leave this trouble behind
and come home.”
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6. |
An Idol Nation
04:49
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An Idol Nation
I started beating my doormat
Dust came back
So I stopped beating
Like a rock stuck in my shoe
Nothing new
The past repeating
I somehow treasure
The idols I’ve built
My guilty pleasures
Have turned into guilt
Just as Esdras says,
The empty things of man are leaving me empty
I’m broken
“Is there anyone home?”
I’m buried under a landslide
Of my pride
And I deserve it
I choose to eat from the tree
Lucky me
Never worth it
I somehow treasure
The idols I’ve built
My guilty pleasures
Have turned into guilt
Just as Esdras says,
The empty things of man are leaving me empty
I’m broken
Is there anyone?
Is there anyone in the room
I can use?
“Is there anyone home?”
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7. |
Fight the Good Fight
03:46
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“Fight the Good Fight”
I can’t take another step
I can’t take another breath
Too weak to lift my head
Too strong to wish for death
I walk through darkness
I feel forsaken
My faith may fumble,
But God is never shaken
I endure through evil;
I’d rather be rich in deeds
Help me bury my ego
Lest my ego bury me
Refrain:
Hubris, avarice, cowardice,
Pull me under. I am powerless
One glimpse to the surface and I
Swim into the shimmering light
I emerge to shore to face the flaming arrows of doubt
My shield, still soaking, snuffs them out
I draw the Sword I study
I swing and stab with all of my might
And fight the good fight
I fall down to my knees. I pray,
“Fortify this barricade!”
I know the Spirit’s willing, Jesus,
Oh, but how my heart delayed
When I am weak from the sacrifices made
I redirect my focus to my debt already paid
Though by day I’m beaten down,
For me awaits a golden crown
Meanwhile at the Cross my all is laid
Refrain
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8. |
Sacrament of Praise
05:21
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The Sacrament of Praise
I had a vision, I had a dream, but I can’t remember why,
what they said, or what they mean.
So I called my Father, asked Him for the world, but He
Gave me more instead. I said, “Thanks,” and looked ahead.
I do it all the time and it makes me tired.
My feelings went to waste. I’m uninspired.
There’s a thorn stuck in my heel and he often makes me feel like I
Do the things that I want to because I should
Repetition is bad. Sometimes it makes me sad.
Repetition is bad unless it’s good.
I followed my feelings to where I’d ended up.
They always left me dry; I never had enough.
Then I saw it – what emotion does:
It often holds me back and knocks me off the narrow track.
Jesus Christ on High, Jesus, You’re my Alibi.
I know You’re blood is thicker than my sin.
So every time I’m wrong, Jesus, help me move along;
Greater is Your Spirit than the skin.
I’ll rejoice, I’ll fall and then still I will rejoice again.
Thankful, I will always be content.
Jesus Christ you set me free, free to love like You love me!
Free to live in prayer and sacrament.
Jesus when I doubt, Lord reveal what You’re about.
After winter springs the budding leaf.
Help me to perceive, Jesus, yes, I do believe!
Help me overcome my unbelief.
Hallelujah! Praise the Son! I glorify the Holy One!
You must increase I decrease for Thee.
Keep me, Jesus, in the Vine. I am Yours and You are mine!
By Your Will, forever Yours I’ll be.
Only You I seek. That is when I hear You speak,
Reminding me of the Truth I should already know.
Crazy, but it seems like They were written just for me!
I find my comfort in Words from millennia ago.
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