Always stalled by hidden fears,
Always stuck in neutral gears
Until I gave the driver's seat away.
Take my life and make it real.
Turn the key and take the wheel.
Push the throttle through the floor, evermore..
Now is the time
And here is the place,
'Cause we lose these hours and casting blame
When we should be saying grace.
We can find a better way.
We can stand on common ground.
We can work this out between us before the sun goes down.
We come together.
And they don't know anything else
They don't know they're breathing bad air.
But I'm tired of living like this
And my soul cries out, 'If You're there..
Gonna send you out
One by one,
If I need it sung
Can you sing it loud?
It is like the parable Jesus told of the man who was forgiven a huge debt that he could never repay, but then he went out and beat up another man who owed him practically nothing. Once we've been forgiven, somehow we forget that the only difference between 'us' and 'them' is grace.
NewsboysThe Bible says this life is really like a puff of smoke. I don't want to strive and stress and be anxious over a puff of smoke when I have eternity to look forward to.
NewsboysEvery blade will wither and fade,
As the old man dies again.
Seasons pass,
We're clinging to grass,
'Cause we've lost the sky again.
I've been Born Again.
NewsboysIf it (life) is a rhythm, I have found my perfect beat!
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