Change me into what You want to, hardened as this clay might be. You're the potter, I'm the vessel. Make me what You want of me. Please forgive my obstination
All down the AM and all up the FM dial Tired of hearin' songs about nothin' at all Beauty that's skin deep and love that comes so cheap They're singin
Let me introduce you to somebody that I know I first met him, oh, I?d say about nine years ago But he knew me before the day that I was born He planned
Share this brief quiet moment with me Let the lights and smoke all fade away There's nothing left but Jesus And no one left but you Where will you go
Verse 1: What am I to do now And what have you shown I'll never make it On my own I look up and I see blue sky And a shining sun I'm simply reminded
The rain falls on the righteous and the wicked And mine is not to reason why this is In this I rest, in this I find my refuge That my thoughts and ways
I've meant to do this for some time Gotta get it right this time This time my God I will be yours All my heart, my soul and mind Been so long since I
Who am I that You would pay me mind? Who am I that You would take the time to find me? Who am I that You'd reach out your hand? Lord, what am I but just
There's no tears in my eyes today I've only got good things to say The Son chased away the clouds of gray I'm going to Heaven and I'm going to stay All
Welcome to the epicenter Where we got spring and summer But we skip the winter Feel free to enter the zone of the Supertones Where late into the night
Side by side, driving the same highway Leaving behind everything and everyone you love The cost to pay, to tell the world of Jesus Hoping that these bridges
Down, down, down that's the way we're traveling Our social fabric unravels but who pulled the string Philosophers politicians or the school teachers Game
When my heart is aching It's the right time, it's the right time And my soul is reaching It's the right, it's the right Time to dive deep to understand
Seems like I spent the past three years Just struggling with these ideas And the more I learn The less I really know But the the things I do, I will
Poor men bound in persecution God's their portion everyday But we don't know anybody Who lives that way There the church grows stronger Under politics
The only way I know is just to rip it O.C. West Coast never coming with a slick hit Everything is low-fi the music makes me so high Coming from my heart
I love the way this feels To tell the truth real The music hits your head and chest And now you know the deal Given the dream when I turned nineteen And
I strike back like the empire and we'll televise the revolution What will save you from divine retribution? Do our part, try to make a contribution Playin
