Sing along with the Lambelujah lamb!

Intro

Holy, holy... holy is the Lord. Thank You for them, Lord... the body that You raised — so many different members... one Head, all for Your praise.

Verse 1

Thank You for the worn ones, Lord, who keep the orphan fed, who sit beside the widow's chair when everyone has left; the quiet, unseen hands that lift the ones the world threw away, who pour out for the least of these and never ask for pay.

Pre-Chorus

So keep them, Lord — and if they tire, keep them true; when their well is running empty, fill them up with You.

Chorus

Thank You for them, Lord — one body, many parts; every hand and foot and eye, every faithful, needy heart; You are the Head, yet Your blood and body are our bread — when one of them is suffering, we feel the tears they shed. We could never hold them up, but You can; thank You for them — Lord, keep them in Your hand.

Verse 2

Thank You for the bold ones, Lord — the voices in the street, who preach the Word in season when the crowd just laughs and leaves; they are mocked and never silenced, and they will not be ashamed — thank You for the lips that, out of season, still proclaim Your name.

Pre-Chorus

So keep them, Lord — the loud ones and the low; hold the hands that serve You where the cameras dare not show.

Chorus

Thank You for them, Lord — one body, many parts; every hand and foot and eye, every brave and weary heart; You are the Head, the ligaments and sinews join to You — when one of them rejoices, then we rise with them, it's true. And the One who holds the whole body up is the Head — Christ, whom we are built into; in Him we're joined and fed.

Verse 3

Thank You for the steady ones, Lord — far from home, working clean, who provide and teach their children of the Christ they've never seen; the faithful, plain, providing kind, who keep the vows they prayed, honest in the hidden hours, and trusting You for aid.

Bridge 1

And the ones in chains tonight, Lord — far across the sea, in Nigeria, in the prisons, the daughters that were seized — let them count it joy, my Father, let them feel us close in prayer; You are with them in the furnace, and the morning's almost there. We are members of their suffering — Lord, we won't forget; may we all be faithful unto death — the crown of life is coming yet.

Bridge 2

So make us learn to love them, Lord — to honor and to serve, to study, abide in Your Word, to lift them like they're worth all the cartoons and the screens we trade our hours away — teach us to esteem the faithful, and to pray the way they pray. For we can do no good apart from You — abide in us, and bear the love we never could pursue.

Bridge 3

And thank You for the gifts You gave — the shepherds and the elders, apostles, prophets, evangelists, the teachers through the years, given to equip the saints to do the work, and stand, to build the body up in love — each joint, each part, each hand; till we all grow up into the Head, no longer tossed or small — for out of Him the body grows: joined, knit, and held through all.

Final Chorus

Thank You for them, Lord — one body, every land, gathering before the throne, a countless, ransomed band — from every nation, every tongue and tribe and shore, washed white inside the Lamb, and they will suffer nevermore. This longing for a homeland marks us Yours — none can build it, but You can — thank You for them... Lord, You hold us in Your hand.

Outro

Thank You... toda... gracias... merci... hallelujah... one Head, one body... and You're gathering every soul.

Chant

I — HATE — MONEY! I — HATE — MONEY!

Verse 1

They sold the sky, they bought the rain, they put a price on every name. They traded love for something cold — the whole world bowing down to gold. Look around — tell me you can't see — this world has lost its mind to money.

Chant Break

DOWN WITH MONEY! The world's gone mad! The world's gone mad! Get off the wrong track — turn around — come back!

Pre-Chorus

But there's a light that's breaking through the gray, there's a King who never sold, who never looked away — He's calling in the chaos, He's reaching through the rain: "Come home, oh weary wretch — let Me break that chain."

Chorus

I pledge my heart to Jesus — not to the gold that never frees us! One Master, one King, one Lord — and that's the end — I hate the love of money, and I love the Savior — Amen! I — HATE — MONEY! (I love the King!)

Verse 2

Shame on the love that bows to gold, that sells the soul and leaves it cold — and no forced taking, no idle eating, communism's not worth repeating — we work, we give, we lay at His feet, the only King makes the broken complete.

Verse 2 (the rescue)

I was that man, I wore that chain, I served a god of greed and gain — but He paid the price I could not pay, and tore the idol's grip away.

Bridge

You cannot serve two masters… you'll love the one and hate the other. So which one? GOD — NOT — MONEY! Money we despise — the Lord we glorify!

Verse 1

Search me, O God… and show me my own heart. I am not what I crave, but it mirrors who I am; so let me look, and not look away, heart behind the man — wash me in the blood and in the water of the Word. Let me not forget what I saw… and teach me to crave better, Lord.

Chorus

So teach me to crave better, Lord — make this whole heart new; the water shows the face, and my cravings show I'm untrue; the lie I hunger after only births the chain and shame — so turn my hunger, Father, till it hungers for Your name. I can't re-aim my own desire — ignite in knowledge a Holy Fire — make me crave You, Lord, crave You… I am held in Your hand.

Verse 2

You said You'd take the heart of stone and give a heart of flesh; so write Your law upon it, Lord, and make my wanting fresh; let me hunger, thirst for righteousness, and feast on what is true — the things I starved myself to chase were starving me from You. O taste and see that You are good — the real bread for the feast; the cravings of the world run dry, in You the famine's ceased.

Bridge

For I can't make myself want right — it's You who works in me, to will and want and walk Your way; abide, and set me free; so put to death the old desire, and grow the new instead — make me crave You, only You, Lord… by the Spirit, raise the dead.

Final Chorus

So teach us to crave better, Lord — make the sinner new; turn the hunger, take the shame, till it only hungers for You; we can't re-aim our own desire — ignite in knowledge a Holy Fire — make us crave You, Lord, crave You… we are held in Your hand.

Outro

Teach me to crave You… just loved, just washed, just Yours.

Chant

I — HATE — MONEY! I — HATE — MONEY!

Verse 1

They sold the sky, they bought the rain, they put a price on every name. They traded love for something cold — the whole world bowing down to gold. Look around — tell me you can't see — this world has lost its mind to money.

Chant Break

DOWN WITH MONEY! The world's gone mad! The world's gone mad! Get off the wrong track — turn around — come back!

Pre-Chorus

But there's a light that's breaking through the gray, there's a King who never sold, who never looked away — He's calling in the chaos, He's reaching through the rain: "Come home, oh weary wretch — let Me break that chain."

Chorus

I pledge my heart to Jesus — not to the gold that never frees us! One Master, one King, one Lord — and that's the end — I hate the love of money, and I love the Savior — Amen! I — HATE — MONEY! (I love the King!)

Verse 2

Shame on the love that bows to gold, that sells the soul and leaves it cold — and no forced taking, no idle eating, communism's not worth repeating — we work, we give, we lay at His feet, the only King makes the broken complete.

Verse 2 (the rescue)

I was that man, I wore that chain, I served a god of greed and gain — but He paid the price I could not pay, and tore the idol's grip away.

Bridge

You cannot serve two masters… you'll love the one and hate the other. So which one? GOD — NOT — MONEY! Money we despise — the Lord we glorify!

Intro

The good I would, I do not! Oh God — who, who will deliver me?

Verse 1

Lord, the good I want to do, I do not do it, no; and the evil I would never — somehow that's the way I go. There's a law at work within me dragging down the very best, and I'm tired of my own trying, Lord — there is no rest.

Pre-Chorus

O wretched son that I am — who, who will set me free? From the body of this death, my God… who will deliver me?

Chorus

Thanks be to God — through Jesus Christ, my Lord! There is now NO condemnation for the ones in Him, restored; the Spirit of life in Jesus set me free — not by me, not by me… You alone delivered me! No condemnation — lifted, loved, and free — thanks be to God, my God, who reached and ransomed me!

Verse 2

So when I stumble, when I fall — Lord, I will not stay down, for a righteous man may fall seven times and rise to stand his ground. Though I sit in the dark, my God, You will be my light, and the work that You began in me, You'll finish — You make it right.

Couplet

And if I sin, I have a Friend who pleads before the throne — Jesus Christ the righteous One; I'm never, ever on my own.

Bridge

I can't deliver me — but oh, my God, You can; You broke the law of sin and death, I'm holding to Your hand. So put to death in me what I could never slay, and walk me by Your Spirit, Lord — lead me all the way. Not condemned, not condemned — the verdict has been turned; the cross has paid in full the debt I never could have earned.

Final Chorus

Thanks be to God — through Jesus Christ, my Lord! There is now NO condemnation — sing it, every chord! The Spirit of life in Jesus set me free — not by me, not by me… You alone delivered me! No condemnation — risen, loved, and free — thanks be to God, my God, who reached and ransomed me!

Outro

No condemnation! No condemnation! Risen, loved, and free — no condemnation, none at all!

The List

When the Bible says "don't be deceived," it means it, like today — don't think "did God really say?" When the Bible says the unrighteous won't enter Heaven, it means it, like today — don't go the wrong way! It names the sins we still excuse today — and to each one, the loving warning: don't. Don't bow to money, stone, gold, wood and clay. Don't cheat and betray. Don't be unjust and steal away. Don't fake how you weigh.

Bridge

And such were some of you — you were on the list too... by Jesus you were washed brand new, sanctified through and through.

Ending

When the Bible says Jesus saves, it means it, like today — repent and believe, Jesus washes the sin away!

Intro

Search me, O God... You knit me — I am fearfully, wonderfully made.

Verse 1

Lord, You knit me in the secret — every thread and every bone; You made the boy a boy, the girl a girl, and the design was Yours alone; no new name and no new frame can un-write what You have penned — I can't out-vote my Maker; what You made, You'll keep and mend.

Pre-Chorus

The world cries "change it, trade it" — but it's not a sound mind's way; and the "love" the world is selling is a lust that leads astray.

Chorus

He made the boy a boy, the girl a girl — and He called it good; you can't unmake your Maker — and oh, child, you never should; you don't need a different body... you need a brand-new heart — be born again in Jesus; in the dead His Holy Spirit to start. Jesus saves, Jesus saves — He wipes away the shame; so lay the old self down, and rise, and never be the same.

Verse 2

Let the men be strong and lowly, made to guard truth, not to fall; let the women as Proverbs 31, fearing God, kind and brave their call; guard your purity like treasure — sons and daughters, hold it dear; and every little life is precious, knit by God — so hold it near.

Pre-Chorus

Same purity, same mercy, for the daughter and the son; a pure and God-fearing heart, Lord — in us let it be done.

Chorus

He made the boy a boy, the girl a girl — and He called it good; you can't unmake your Maker — and oh, child, you never should; you don't need a different body... you need a brand-new heart — be born again in Jesus; in the dead His Holy Spirit to start. Jesus saves, Jesus saves — He wipes away the shame; so lay the old self down, and rise, and never be the same.

Bridge

You did not give a spirit of fear — but power, love, a sound mind; so the change you really need is trust Him and His design: don't pursue dead things you crave, child — hand Him your heart and be made new; "such were some of us... but washed" — He died and rose for you. The Seed of the woman, Jesus, came, born to break the curse — so come, be born again in Him; let faith, not flesh, be first.

Final Chorus

He made the boy a boy, the girl a girl — and He called it good; take the lie and take the shame, and make us new, as You would; not condemned, but beloved — born again, and washed, and free; Jesus saves, in Him is no shame... He's calling you and me! be born again in Jesus; in the dead His Holy Spirit to start. Jesus saves.

Outro

Born again... washed clean... and never the same; boys are boys and girls are girls — and Jesus saves... in Jesus' name.

Verse 1

Lord, the field is wide, Ripe and ready now. We lift up our eyes — Teach our hearts your how. Some have sown before, Seed in dusty rows. Now we watch it grow, Where your kindness goes.

Pre-Chorus

Send us out, send us near, Make us brave, make us clear. Here on earth, we go and tell — Praise to You, Immanuel.

Chorus

Send the workers, send the workers, Send the workers now, Oh, send them now! Harvest time is here to shout — Send the workers, send the workers out.

Verse 2

In your home above, No one turns and runs. No one needs to knock, No lost ones left to come. So we work today, Till the sun goes low. One plants, one waters — You make it grow.

Pre-Chorus

Chorus

Bridge

You see the field, you know the row, You know who sows, you know who’ll go. Use our hands, use our feet, Use our songs, use our beat, Till the hearts that wait hear your call — Lord of harvest, send us all.

Chorus

Intro

Lord, we are weak — so clothe us in Your strength Dress us in Your love, and light the fire; don't let it run cold.

Verse 1

Lord, the day is dark and evil, and we cannot stand alone, so be strong in us to go on — in Your power, never our own! buckle truth around us tightly, set Your righteousness as steel, shoe our feet with peace, the gospel — make us ready, make us real.

Pre-Chorus

Take the shield of faith and raise it, quench the fiery dart; set salvation as a helmet, Your Word ready in our heart.

Chorus

So clothe us in steel, Lord — armor on the outside, strong; and silk beneath the steel, where the tender heart belongs; the hard guards the soft within, so the gentle won't go cold — strong enough to be gentle, Lord… brave and bold. We can't forge a heart like this — the evil help us to resist — clothe us, Lord; hold us Lord, that onward we may go!

Verse 2 (the silk)

Now next to the heart, Lord, weave the silk — the mercy and the meek, compassion, kindness, patience, we seek — for the weary and the weak! let us bear with one another, and forgive as we've been borne, and binding all together — love, the bond no war has torn.

Chorus

So clothe us in steel, Lord — armor on the outside, strong; and silk beneath the steel, where the tender heart belongs; the hard guards the soft within, so the gentle won't go cold — strong enough to be gentle, Lord… brave and bold. We can't forge a heart like this — the evil help us to resist — clothe us, Lord; hold us Lord, that onward we may go!

The Fight

For we wrestle not with flesh and blood, but powers in the dark; the evil day is breaking, it is stark — help us stand, and hold the mark! the fiery darts are flying — lift the shield, the faith, the flame; in the strength of Your might, not ours, we fight in Jesus' name.

The Fervor

But don't let us wear it tepid, Lord — neither cold nor barely warm — set us boiling, light the storm; fervent in the spirit, serving — and above all, fervent love, the heat that won't go cold on us, the holy fire from above. For every piece is Yours, my Lord — Your truth, Your peace, Your blood; You wore the cross to clothe us, and the helmet by Your Son; so we run to the throne of grace — to find mercy at a timely pace — abide in us and arm us, Lord; by Your desire, doing and strength.

Stand

And when the fight is finished, Lord — when we have done it all — let us stand, to what You call; by Your hand uplifts the small! the darkest of all darknesses may rise before us all, but it's vanquished — it is finished — Christ has won; the serpent falls. We were never strong — but seated, raised with Christ in heavenly place; more than conquerors, and standing — not by might, but by His grace. Strong enough to be gentle, Lord; brave enough to stay — the war is Yours, the victory Yours… and we stand in You today.

Outro

Steel on the outside, silk beneath… and the whole of it on fire — not by our hand, Lord, but by Yours: Your love, our one attire. Strong enough to be gentle now… Jesus — You're the bond. We stand.

Intro

Before You, Lord, I make my vow: my yes a yes, my no a no.

Verse 1

Lord, I said it like it cost me nothing — light words, a careless tongue, I made the promise at Dawnbreak and forgot it by the sun; I confess I've been a wind, my Father — loud, and quick, and cheap; make me swift to hear and slow to speak — let my words be few, and the kind I keep.

Pre-Chorus

So set a guard, O Lord, before these lips of mine; let me weigh it slow and mean it… let my small word stand in time.

Chorus

Make my yea be yea, and my nay be nay — let me keep my word, Lord, even when it costs to stay; no rash and reckless vow flung up to the sky — just an honest, steady tongue that I can stand behind and not deny. No man can keep his own tongue true — may it be what You do; yea be yea, no be no… guide me to hold to it, Lord.

Verse 2

Every idle word gets weighed, my Father — I have read it, and it's true; I could never balance that scale — there's no oath of mine will do; and if I pledged myself to wrong — a snare that grieves Your name, let me give my eyes no sleep, but flee the hunter's hand and chain.

Pre-Chorus

Don't let me bow to a pact I never should have made; lead me by Your Spirit, Lord… let the only "amen" be the kind You bade.

Chorus

Make my yea be yea, and my nay be nay — let me keep my word, Lord, even when it costs to stay; no idle, empty vow I'd be ashamed to own — just a plain and honest "yes" that I can carry to the throne. No man can keep his own tongue true — may it be what You do; yea be yea, no be no… guide me to hold to it, Lord.

Bridge

There is One whose Word is iron — that cannot break, the Faithful, the True, the Word made flesh, who never once said a thing He did not do; every promise that You ever made is Yes and Amen in the Son — and He swore it to His own hurt, all the way… to a cross, and it was done. Yes and Amen — in Him. Yes and Amen — in Him. So when my word falls down, I run to the throne of grace… where the kept word still rings out.

Final Chorus

So make my yea be yea, and my nay be nay — not by gritted teeth, but the grace He bought the day He kept the way; I can't be true alone, Lord — so be the Truth in me; yea be yea, no be no… 'cause the One who keeps His word kept me. Let Your Word abide in me, and grow the honest fruit I couldn't be — yea be yea, no be no… it's grace, and grace that's keeping me.

Outro

Make my yes a yes, and keep my word like Yours — I can't, but You can, and You always keep Your word. Yes — and Amen.

Verse 1

Search me, O God — is there any pride in me? Lord, re-make this clay! Lord, the first to fall fell far — he was lifted, then laid low; "I will climb above the stars" — and pride went on before the throw. For pride goes before destruction, and a haughty heart, a fall — so I bring You mine, my Father; I have wanted to be tall.

Pre-Chorus

So humble us, O Lord, beneath Your mighty hand; break the proud thing in me — so that I may stand.

Chorus

In a great house there are vessels — some for honor, some for shame; Lord, I've been of dishonor... by Your Word, may I turn in Your name. Make me clean, holy, special for the Master to choose — take this marred proud-clay heart — re-make, renew this refuse. Your Word re-shape me on this wheel, yes for You can — make us vessels of honor, Lord; hold us in Your hand.

Verse 2

This was Sodom's secret sin, Lord — not the fruit we rush to name: she was proud and full of bread, oh her idle days were tame; she had plenty in her hand yet never reached the poor man's door — empty our gross fatness, Father; let us not grow proud and sure. So break our careless ease, and turn our hearts to share; humbly gospel, then bread, Lord — for the hungry there.

Verse 3

They bowed to the creation and they would not bow to You, till their thinking grew so empty and the wise grew foolish too; and because they would not love the truth, a lie was given them to keep — oh, don't give us over, Father... wake us from that sleep.

Bridge

For a vessel fit for dishonor is a vessel fit to burn — but the Potter loves the clay, as He waits for it to turn. Jesus, You went down to lift us — You were lowest of them all, so the proud could be made humble, and the fallen be made whole.

Final Chorus

In a great house there are vessels, and You're calling me by name; I was once a child of dishonor — Lord, You took away my shame. Make me clean, make me holy, fit and ready for what is good — You have purged me, You have prized me, You have bought me with Your blood. to justify the unworthy, only You can — make us vessels of honor, Lord; we are Yours; those of the lamb.

Outro

We are clay, and You are Potter — re-make us on the wheel... ...a vessel of honor.

Intro

"Grown-ups… wake up!"

Verse 1

Lord, they're sleeping in the glitter — in the diamonds and the gold, in a glowing wrist that counts the steps but never warms the cold; they are chasing after vapor, and their hours run like sand — so wake them urgently, Father, while there's some time in hand.

Pre-Chorus

So we lift them up to You, we the little and small; Lord, have mercy — sound the trumpet, let the morning call.

Chorus

Wake up, wake up — Lord, raise the sleepers — the light in them is night; the moth and rust fall off them, to lay up treasure that won't die; not for pearls nor for men's praises — but to live for Your name alone; out of the mouth of babes we're pleading — Lord, awake our hearts of stone. We can't open up their eyes, but You can — so wake up, wake up — and rise into His hand.

Verse 2

For the women, Lord, the mothers — let the beauty be within, not the braided gold and clothing, but a heart that's gentle, hid in Him; make them quiet, make them lovely, doing good with hands and prayer — yet as bold as Sarah, fearing nothing, for You gave them strength to dare.

Verse 3

For the men, Lord, and the fathers — make them watchful, make them strong, strong to shield and not to swagger, strong to lay their own lives down; let them honor what is weaker, never crush it, never boast — teach the boys to guard the fragile... it's the cross that makes a man the most.

Bridge

So call us up to better things, O Lord — awake us from the cares, the worries, the pleasures of this world; let us bear a hundredfold — Your gospel to the poor — the Bread of Life above the bread that perishes; it's souls we're hungry for; yet hand in hand we'll lift the orphan, sit beside the widow's door, for the love that feeds the body longs to feed the soul the more. The dead can't wake their hearts up — it's by You; humble us, and lift us — make us, by Your grace, brand new.

Final Chorus

Wake us, wake us — Lord, open our eyes to Your Son; He died and rose to save us — now there's mercy through His blood, like the One who takes our vanity and trades it for a crown; out of the mouth of babes we're singing — Lord, we're Yours; we're waking now. We could never raise the dead, but You can — wake up, wake up... we're alive within Your hand.

Outro

Wake up, wake up — wake up, wake up! Wake us, wake us — Lord, wake us now! Wake — up! Jesus is coming with the trumpet sound.

Intro

"Little children… keep yourselves from idols."

Verse 1

I'm holding these pictures, I lift up my thanks — God gave us the faithful, the true in the ranks. But no one drew Paul, and no one drew Mary; we don't know their faces — the icon's imaginary. They'd rip their own clothes if you knelt at their feet: "I'm a man, just like you — it's the Lord you should meet!" It's paint, it's a board; it can't hear you cry, it can't lift a finger, it can't save — so why?

Pre-Chorus (Mary)

And Mary — blessed among women, highly favored — would never want the worship that they gave her: "Don't bow to me — oh, don't be deceived; do whatever He says, and believe. My soul magnifies the Lord, not me — seek the Kingdom; only God is worthy."

Chorus

We worship Him alone — (Him alone!) no idol, no statue, no stone! (no stone!) In Spirit and in truth, holy hands and holy youth — the Word is King, so we bow down: Jesus Christ, and Him alone!

Bridge

I'll burn my own photo — yes, my parents' too; I love them, but paper's not people — it's true. And that gold-painted board with the face I adored? It was never my Jesus — it's paint, it's not Lord. though the paper can burn, you can't burn the Word. It's ink on a page, but it's fire in my chest: the message is holy; the paper's just pressed.

Final Verse

Not with hate — I'm down on my knees, crying, "Father, hear my pleas: have mercy on the idol-makers, break the chains, let the blind eyes see; turn them home — come and be free!" In reverent fear, in Spirit, in truth, burning bright with a holy youth! hearts sprinkled with the blood of the Lamb!

Final Chorus

We worship Him alone — (Him alone!) no idol, no statue, no stone! The Word is King, the Word is King — to Jesus Christ alone we sing! In Spirit and in truth we cry: Jesus, Jesus — Him alone, on high!

Outro

"Little children… keep yourselves from idols."

Intro

Whom have I in heaven but You, Lord? ...You are enough for me.

Verse 1

You give the ring and the vow as a gift, my Father, good and true, and You give the single, open hands a gift as precious too; so I will not count it lack, and I will not sit in shame — You set me where You willed me, Lord; I'll abide and bless Your name.

Pre-Chorus

So make me content right here, in the place You've planned; hold this heart, O Lord — keep it in Your hand.

Chorus

Single-minded — Lord, let my one heart be Yours; undistracted, all my days, set apart for the Cause; not a leftover, not a maybe, not a waiting in the cold — free to love You, free to serve You... and Christ alone is gold. I can't make my own heart still, but You can; single-minded — hold me, Lord, in Your hand.

Verse — For the Heart That Burns to Marry

And if You've lit a heart to marry, Lord, then lead it — let it burn no more; it is good, it is honored — better wed than scorched and sore; so not a string of restless dating, not a hundred cold goodbyes, but pure, and in the Lord, and timely — a covenant, not a prize. For the one who finds a spouse finds favor, a good thing from Your hand; so bless the ones who long to marry — lead them, Lord, to stand.

Verse 2

There's a freedom in these empty hands that I can lift to You — free to run and tell the lost, free to sit where widows do, free to learn and love Your Word, free to give my hours away; what looks like less to watching eyes is wholly Yours today.

Bridge

For every soul that trusts You is betrothed to Christ alone, and the truest wedding's coming when the Lamb brings home His own; in that morning none are given in marriage — we'll be complete in You, so this is not a lonely road — it's one window to what's true. And I can do nothing apart from You — abide in me, and bear the love I could never do.

Final Chorus

Single-minded — Lord, let my whole life be Yours; glad and given, every day, flung wide for the Cause; You're not a second-best to me, not a comfort for the cold — You're the Bridegroom and the Morning... and You alone are gold. Make me Yours and keep me Yours; I'm held within Your hand — single-minded, satisfied... content in Your good plan.

Outro

I'm already His, I'm already His — married or single, both are gifts... and whom have I but You? I'm Yours!

Intro

Lord… I don't have to love myself today — You loved me first… so I lay my own way down.

Verse 1

They told me, "love yourself" — but I never could enough, I'd lift me on a Monday, by the night I'd feel real rough; so I bring You empty hands, Lord — not my shine, just my shame — and before I ever loved You… You were calling out my name.

Pre-Chorus

So I won't build my heart on a love I can't keep alive; bow me down, gentle Lord… in Your love let me abide.

Chorus

You don't have to love yourself — you're already loved; not for the good you've done, not the proud, not the enough — while we were far away, the Cross spoke over us: "there's no condemnation now" — child, you're already loved. So I lay my life-of-self down, and I'm lifted by His blood; I don't have to love myself… I'm already, already loved.

Verse 2

To deny myself, my Father, isn't hating who You make — it's laying down my own way, the one I crowned and the one I craved; You knit me, fearful-wonderful — though I came from the dust, to grant only You the throne, precious is it, Lord, in You to trust.

Pre-Chorus

Wretched me, grieve the sin — the godly grief that leads to life; You mend, not break, bruised reeds, Lord… to bear fruit through strife.

Bridge

I'm humbled beneath Your hand, O Lord; in due time, raise me whole — for the mercy I pour on others, Lord, comes good to my own soul. For I can't unbind my shame, Lord, but the empty tomb has won; no whip, no proving, no despair — just resting in Your Son. He lifts the lowly up. He lifts the lowly up. By grace — and grace alone. By grace — through faith alone.

Final Chorus

You don't have to love yourself — you're already loved; no condemnation over you — only the Father's love; He hid your name inside His heart before the world was hung — so I lay my life-of-self down… and I'm lifted, You lift me up.

Outro

You loved me first, You loved me first… and that is enough. I don't have to love myself, Lord — I'm Yours, I'm held… I'm already loved.

Intro

Search me, O God... and free me from the idols in my hands.

Verse 1

Lord, You gave us good gifts — the light, the wire, the screen, and we thank You for the tools, for every clever thing; but I confess, my Father — I have bowed my neck all day, I let its glow become too bright... forgive me, light the way.

Pre-Chorus

So may we use the things of the world, and not be used; hold our hearts, O Lord — let us not be ruled.

Chorus

O Lord, lift our eyes — lift from the glow that's below; may we worship the Maker, in holiness seek to grow; make us free — not entranced, not enslaved — turn us to the better things: Your Word, the needy, the saved. We can't turn our own hearts — Yours is that part — so look up, look up: there's a Light no screen can show, and the Maker is far more wonderful than we know.

Verse 2

There's a little idol glowing, Lord, and we have bowed to it; the work of our own fingers — only silver, glass, and grit; they have eyes that cannot see us, lips that lead astray, there is no breath within it... let us not serve it as our god. And idols make them grow like them — so our hearts go dim and cold; Lord, un-numb us, breathe Your life and take us firmly in Your hold.

Bridge

A screen is like a sugar-light, a sweet-tart on the tongue — but oh, the orange that You grew! the dawn, the deep, the sun! The made-machine fades next to all that You have wrought — and all of Your creation... is but void next to Your face. So redeem the time, lift our eyes — to the widow, orphan and Word, the wonders of Your commands... and our all-surpassing Lord. For we can do nothing apart from You — abide in us, and turn our hunger... till it hungers, Lord, for You.

Verse 3

But the wire and the screen, Lord — they are not beyond Your hand; take this tool that I have idolized, and press it to Your plan; let me cast the gospel net upon the waters of the wire — for the lost ones scrolling lonely, Lord, are kindling for Your fire. Let me sit at the feet of teachers, study deep, and grow in You — redeem the very glow that ruled me, make it serve what's good and true.

Pre-Chorus 2

But we can't redeem it in our strength — abide in us, and send; use these hands, Lord, and these tools, till the age is at its end.

Final Chorus

O Lord, lift our eyes — lift our eyes to You; may we worship the Maker — faithful and true; set us free, set Your Word apart as holy, Lord — so look up, look up: our hearts are Yours, restored. And the tool that ruled our days — let it serve Your name; look up, look up: the screen bows down... and the Lord remains.

Outro

We made this on a glowing screen, and we thank You, Lord — we will not bow to it... we will use it for Your Word. You alone are adored.