He came home from work last night, to find that she is gone,
Now He's spending his first Sunday sitting in the pew alone,
There are whispers all around him, His heart breaks in two,
He's wondering who will reach out and help him make it through,
She has a reputation like the woman at the well ,
The only love she ever knew was the kind she buys and sells
But her thirsty heart is searching for a love that will be true,
The Savior cries for her to see Himself in me and you,
Who Will be Jesus to her?
Who'll show the love that's commanded in His word?
Will she see in us the mighty God we serve?
Who will Be Jesus to her?
Wonded People everywhere, and when they look at us, do they see Jesus there?
Who Will be Jesus to Them?
Who'll show the love that restores Them again?,
Oh, They do not need a judge, They need a friend.
Who will Be Jesus toThem? Who will be Jesus to them?
Bruce Carroll
He'll Do Whatever It Takes
You don't know just how far away from home I've been,
She said as she looked into my eyes.
Could it be I've strayed beyond mercy's outstretched hand,
And now His grace no longer stoops to hear my cry?
See, I just wanna know, tell me how far will He go,
Will He still reach for me in spite of where I've been?
And I told her
He'll do whatever, whatever it takes His grace reaches lower than your worst mistakes
And His love will run farther and you can't run away, my friend
He'll do whatever, whatever it takes
He'll do whatever it takes
They say His love is patient that he always hears a prayer,
That His love will follow you despite the miles.
But my best years of life are wasted, why would He even really care?
What have I to give that He would find worthwhile?
See I just want to know, tell me how far will He go?
Will He still reach for me in spite of who I am?
Let me tell you
He'll do whatever, whatever it takes,
His grace reaches lower than your worst mistakes.
And His love will run farther and you can't run away, my friend
He'll do whatever, whatever it takes He'll do whatever ...
He'll just keep reaching until He finds a way to bring you back where you belong
Come on back home
He'll do whatever, whatever it takes
His grace reaches lower than your worst mistakes
And His love will run farther and you can't run away, my friend
He'll do whatever, whatever it takes He'll do whatever, whatever it takes
He'll do whatever it takes.
Phillips, Craig & Dean
2 comments:
That's just like the lyrics from the Casting Crowns song, "If We Are the Body." One verse makes me think of one "hippy" young man that used to come with his family to our church. He often found more judgement than love at our church, and I still question myself as to why I sat still and let him feel that way.
If We Are the Body
Casting Crowns
A traveler is far away from home
He sheds his coat and quietly sinks into the back row
The weight of their judgmental glances
Tells him that his chances are better out on the road
But if we are the body
Why aren't His arms reaching?
Why aren't His hands healing?
Why aren't His words teaching?
And if we are the body
Why aren't His feet going?
Why is His love not showing them there is a way?
There is a way
Rhonda~
That is a great song. We love Casting Crowns.
~Cheri
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