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Nobody luh you how Jesus do.

NO OTHER WAY Find this wanderer, Bring the wanderer back home again. Touch my rebel heart, Melt the rebel heart with Your love. Find Your little lost lamb, Hold the little lost lamb In Your shepherd sleeves. Take my broken heart, Make the broken heart all yours again I don’t know a way, No other way but You my Savior. I, I don’t know a way, No other way but You. I don’t know a way but You. Let this heart see You, hear You. Let this heart feel You, the real You. Awaken my spirit To sense you in the silences; To trust in You, follow You, live in You. Turn this foolish child, Your foolish boy with Your word of light. Light my candle, Lord, Let the candle burn with Your fire. Fill this broken cup, My empty soul with Your life divine. Just call me Lazarus, Let Your friend Lazarus rise.

The mercy of God's grip on your life

A shorter version of the Christmas song 'Breaking the Sky Wide Open'. [A story of Redemption for innkeepers and soldiers]

Just the other day, Last Saturday, I was scrounging back by the railroad tracks around Interbay. Lookin’ for an old piece of iron, Lookin’ for an old railroad tie, Lookin’ for old anything, Or any old reason why I could say, “Hey, Look what I found, Ain’t I s’um? Ain’t I s’um?” I’m an old road. I’m a rusty old railroad. A forgotten lay of track in the alley out back that only God knowed. But he knows as sure as iron, He knows what I show and what I hide, And He knows there ain’t no such a thing as any good reason why I could say, “Hey, Look where I been. Ain’t I s’um? Ain’t I sum’?” But, I’m an old coat. I’m an old gray coat. I’m very well worn but I wasn’t worn well, I’m unraveled and torn. And I’m way past the iron, and I wouldn’t look good with a tie, And I’m not in style or anything, and there ain’t no reason why I can say, “Hey, Look how I look. Ain’t I s'um”? Ain’t I s'um”? Oh, but there was a time When I thought I would be somebody but there aint nobody to be. Yes, there was a time when I thought I would go somewhere But everywhere that’s anywhere is somewhere empty. Sweet Jesus won’t you help me? Whoa, Jesus won’t you help me? You’re the Old God, you’re the Great Ol’ Lord God. You were like a sinner born - true to sinner form: unraveled and torn And you gave your hand to iron. You gave your eye for mine You gave to me your everything, And you’re every good reason why I can say, “Hey, look who I found. (3x) Ain’t He s'um’? Oh Ain’t He s’um?”

Nobody luh you nothin' how He do.

Hold On Papa gonna take you for a ride, hold on, hold on. Climb on his back, your going for a ride, hold on, hold on. Go on an trust Him, He won't let you fall. There you go now, riding tall. Jesus gonna take you for a walk on the water; hold on, hold on. Jesus gonna take you walkin’ on the water; hold on, hold on. 'Cause the waves are high and the wind is strong, Yes the waves are very high but His hand is strong. Jesus gonna show you how, plow in the valley; hold on, hold on. Jesus gonna put His hand to your plow; hold on, hold on. Don’t look back now, concentrate; This field is rocky, you know, but his furrow is straight. Ooo Jesus gonna show you how to climb a mountain; hold on, hold on Jesus gonna be the guide on your mountain; hold on, hold on. It's been there a long time; it won't go away. It's a long hard climb but he knows the way. Spirit gonna teach you how to fly; hold on, hold on. Holy Spirit gonna teach you how to fly; hold on, hold on. 'Cause your wings are new, and your way up high And He's holding you on an angels sigh. Jesus gonna show you how to love; hold on, hold on. Jesus gonna teach you how to love each other; hold on, hold on. It's hard as a cross sometimes, but take that wood. Y’know it won't be easy, but it's gonna be good. gonna be good, gonna gonna be good. Jesus gonna show you how to laugh; hold on, hold on. Gonna shake and roar, say "No more, no more, no more.”