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The Rock
Consistent as the changing shore,
I come to You and ask for more,
For more of You and less of me,
To end my infidelity.
And who am I? A fool I am,
Who changes with the shifting sand.
A Rock You are, a Rock indeed.
A Rock I want, a Rock I need.
Numb
I want to feel appropriately real
To wake in the morning with passion and zeal
I need to undersand that I'm just a man
But there is a glorious God with a great master plan
Because this apathy is killing me
It breeds infidelity
I want to feel
Open my mind and unlock my heart
Let me stand in awe of how great Thou art
I want to see a vision of Your glory
To throw off self-conceit and proclaim Your story
I just need to be awakened and set free
Jesus come save me
I want to feel
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Beautiful Execution
How beautiful His shredded back,
The remnants of the whip's attack.
How beautiful His wooden crown,
It made Him bleed and pierced His brow.
How beautiful His hands and feet,
Embracing nails upon the tree.
How beautiful His open side,
Proclaiming death whence He had died.
How beautiful, this horrid sight.
The sun hid shamed, day became night.
The earth, it quaked, rocks crying out.
Those standing by perceived the shout.
"Do you not know what you have done?"
One man replied, "This was God's Son."
Beautiful execution, beautiful indeed.
Not beautiful to all, but for whom He did bleed.
To every blind man given back his sight,
To every poor man released from his plight,
To every captive whom His death has freed,
Beautiful execution, beautiful indeed.
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