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The image of God invisible, the first born of all life
Before and within, He holds it all in
One name, one faith, one Christ

CHORUS:
No one is good enough, to save himself
Awake my soul tonight, to boast nothing else

I trust no other source or name, nowhere else can I hide
This grace gives me fear, and this grace draws me near
And all that it asks it provides

BRIDGE:
No seam in this garment, all my rags to hide
No less than Your love, for Jesus is mine

When I stand on the edges of Jordan
With the saints and the angels beside
When my body is healed, and the glory revealed
Still I can boast only Christ

To boast nothing else..

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Beautiful Mystery Lyrics

I tried to know
Every mystery
Soon realized, no
It was too much for me

'Cause most things true
Are simple and complex
So it is with you
What else should I expect

You suffer the seeker
In You they abide

You are to me
A beautiful mystery
You are to me
A servant and a king
You're a beautiful mystery

You're like the water
I can feel but not grasp
Still You say all I've gotta do
Is seek and knock and ask

You are to the river
What hems it in and sets it free

The truth is a river
Where the strong can swim down deep
The weak and the broken
Can walk across so easily

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Hands Of The Potter Lyrics

Lord if I'm the clay then I've been left out in the sun
Cracked and dry, like mud from the sky
Still clinging to the prodigal sun

But I'm on my way back home
Yes I'm on my way back home

Into the hands
That made the wine from the water
Into the hands
The hands of the Potter

Lord if I'm the clay that let your living water flow
Soften up my edges Lord
So everyone will know

That I'm on my way back home
Yes I'm on my way back home

And Lord when you listen for the song of my life
Let it be, let it be, a song so sweet
Let it be, let it be, a song so sweet
Let it be, let it be, a song so sweet, let it be

Lord if I'm the clay then lay me down
On your spinning wheel
Shape me into something you can fill
With something real

And I'll be on my way back home
Yes I'm on my way back home

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Manner And Means Lyrics

The heart is a lonely thing to lose in the dead of the night
The heart is a sad thing to lose in the throws of a fight
The heart is the match to the fire
And the embers of desire
To keep it burning

I am a shell of the manner and the means
Mine is a story of nothing as it seems
But when we have come this far
And still we don't know who we are
Does it keep burning

When it's over and you see it with your eyes
Would you rather have the truth or a lie?

I call for angels to breathe holy on this rust
I call the snakes to come out slowly from the brush
I need a massive overhaul
A revival to fall
To keep it burning

The heart is a costly thing to sell in the prime of the years
My heart is thinly veiled in the usual fears
The heart is the dream, and the kiss
That there could be more than this
To keep it burning
To keep it burning

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Manners And Means Lyrics

The heart is a lonely thing to lose in the dead of night
The heart is a sad thing to lose in the throws of a fight
The heart is the match to the fire
And the embers of desire, to keep it burning
I am a shell of the manner and the means
Mine is a story of nothing as it seems
But when we have come this far
And still don't know who we are, does it keep burning?
When it's over, and you see it with your eyes
Would you rather have the truth or a lie?
I call for angels to breathe holy on this rust
I call the snakes to come and slowly from the brush
I need a massive overhaul
A revival to fall, to keep it burning
The heart is a costly thing to sell in the prime of the years
And my heart is thinly veiled in the usual fears
The heart is the dream, and the kiss
That there could be more than this, to keep it burning.

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Mystery Of Mercy Lyrics

I am the woman at the well, I am the harlot
I am the scattered seed that fell along the path
I am the son that ran away
And I am the bitter son that stayed
My God, my God, why hast Thou accepted me
When all my love was vinegar to a thirsty King
My God, my God why hast thou accepted me
It's a mystery of mercy and the song, the song I sing

I am the angry man who came to stone the lover
I am the woman there ashamed before the crowd
I am the leper that gave thanks
But I am the nine that never came

You made the seed that made the tree
That made the cross that saved me
You gave me hope when there was none
You gave me only your Son

My God, Lord you are
My God, my God, Lord you are

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Never Gonna Let Go Lyrics

You've been lost in the wind
And the rain of a storm at sea
The waves crashing over your back
And you're crying out for me
But as the ocean rages
I am sleeping in the boat
But I have a plan, I'm holding your hand
And I'm keeping you afloat

I'm never gonna let go
My love for you is always true
I'm never gonna lose heart
'Cause I'm holding on tight to you
Should the cruel wind chill your soul
When the world seems out of control
I'm never gonna let go of you

The day's old, this desert is cold
And a dark cloud covers the truth
Fix your eyes on the horizon
The light is breaking through

You are my beloved child
Forever in my heart
After the fall and after it all
You're safe within my arms

Whenever you feel that you're lost in doubt
I am the way
I am the vine, you're the fruit
I am the truth and the life and the light of day

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The Emptiest Day Lyrics

They say You live in hospitals and trenches
And towers in the sky
And I'm not dying or fighting any wars
Except on the inside
The only thing I need is a void that You can fill
And I jump ship and run even further in Your will
And I am looking for the well that won't run dry
The rest that weary thoughts cannot deny
When You wrap Your arms around me
I can walk away or face the emptiest day
The words I find impossible to mention
Are written on a star
They say that I can find You in a flower
But I need You in the car
The optimism of my youth is dead and gone
But I'll save these speculations for another time and song
And life is only perceived through chemicals and emotion
But love, love is the island that overgrows the ocean

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The High Countries Lyrics

A bus station, in the steam from the rain
In this line of pale strangers, should I go or stay?
The whole field of vision, fades beneath me now
And the houses spread for a million miles,
in this gray town
And the weight of glory, if you held it in your hand
It would pass right through you, so now's your chance
Would you fall to pieces
Would you fall to pieces
Would you fall to pieces
In the high countries?
We are just pilgrims of the great divorce
I am witness to the light and I am captive to my own remorse
And the weight of glory, if you held it in your hand
It would pass right through you, so now's your chance
You drink the cup to the bottom, but it burns in your hands
The cup was poured out on the Maker instead
Out on the green plains, I am but a ghost
Bound up with all that I call "mine" still the light grows

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Thousand Miles Lyrics

I have stolen, Lord, let me give
I have left your house a fugitive
I have wandered my own way
Squandered everything you gave
But my dying heart you saved and let me live

I have cursed the air and clenched my fist
I have hungered for your righteousness
I have tried to walk the line
I drew between your heart and mine
But you forgive me every time the mark is missed

So take my broken offering and make me whole
And set my feet upon the road that leads me home
Let me walk as one fixed upon the goal
Even though I've got a thousand miles to go

I have sought your grace in my defense
I have plundered your magnificence
Until my journey is complete
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
That I might sow what I have reaped from your great love

As I struggle for your hand
You use me in ways I can't understand
Take this sinful man and renew me Working through me

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Walk With Me Lyrics

Walk with me quiet, walk with me slow
With watered-down coffee, and words of gold

I can feel the edges of these things
When I hear you speak to me, so walk with me

Walk with me empty, walk with me strong
The hush of our voices, when the day seems so long

It is like a balm, it is like a jewel
It unravels all I thought I knew

Will you lead me, beside the still waters
Where the oil, it runs over, and my cup over flows
You restore my soul

Tell me the story, where old is made new
The promise of ages, and all things that are true

When the shadows fall and the wrecking ball
Swings and tears me through the heart

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You Created Lyrics

Who is like unto the Lord our God
Who dwelleth on High, who dwelleth on High

You dwell in glory
The heavens are your home
You began the story
And made your beauty known

But You created nothing
That gives me more pleasure than you
And you won't give me something
That gives me more pleasure than you

You flung the planets
In your image you made man
I'm overcome and broken
At the wonders of your hand

Who is like unto the Lord our God
Who dwelleth on High, who dwelleth on High

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