My Sunday Song (7-14-2013)
Altar Boys
Life Begins at the Cross
G.L.M.
Almost forgot My Sunday Song and with my earlier post I thought I would put together my current train of thinking with my roots (The finished work of the cross and my roots).
Take a look at the world how the people run around
Time marches on and the world keeps running down
They’re living in a fantasy, Of what they think life should be
There’s a deadness in this world and I know why
People look for life from things that make them die
They just can’t understand, How my life is in God’s hands
And I won’t fade away
(Chorus)
Life begins at the cross
It’s not easy to take,
But it’s the price you pay
Life begins at the cross
No other way
And if you want to live eternally
God said pick up you cross and follow me
And then He was crucified
Put on a cross crucified
So I can live again
(Chorus)
Authors note:It’s not a piece of wood that hangs on your wall It’s not a piece of steel (that means nothing at all)
It’s right here in our hearts, can’t take it away Hang on to it ok?!
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My Sunday Song
Keith Green
Oh Lord You’re Beautiful
Oh Lord, you’re beautiful,
Your face is all I seek,
For when your eyes are on this child
Your grace abounds to me.
Oh Lord, you’re beautiful,
Your face is all I seek,
For when your eyes are on this child
Your grace abounds to me.
I want to take your word and shine it all around.
But first help me just to live it Lord.
And when I’m doing well, help me to never seek a crown.
For my reward is giving glory to youOh Lord, please light the fire,
That once burned bright and clear
Replace the lamp of my first love,
That burns with Holy fear.
I want to take your word and shine it all around.
But first help me just to live it Lord.
And when I’m doing well, help me to never seek a crown.
For my reward is giving glory to you.
Oh Lord, you’re beautiful,
Your face is all I seek,
For when your eyes are on this child
Your grace abounds to me.
Oh Lord, you’re beautiful,
Your face is all I seek,
For when your eyes are on this child
Your grace abounds to me.
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My Sunday Song
After All (Holy)
By David Crowder Band
I can’t comprehend your infinitely beautiful and perfect love
Oh I’ve dreamed dreams of majesty as brilliant as a billion stars
But they’re never bright enough after all
You are Holy
Oh Holy
Holy, Holy, Holy
I will sing a song for you my God with everything I have in me
But it’s never loud enough after all
You are Holy
Oh Holy
Holy, Holy, Holy
Heaven and earth are full, full of your glory, glory
My soul it overflows full of your glory, your glory
Oh blessed is he who reigns, full of your glory, your glory
My cup, it can’t contain all of your glory, your glory
Hosanna we are found after all
you are Holy
Oh Holy
Holy, Holy, Holy
I can’t comprehendYou’re infinitely beautiful
**it was a toss up between two songs honorable mention goes out to Delirious’s Undignified**
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