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Today I watched in silence as people passed me by,
And I strained to see if there was something hidden in their eyes;
But they all looked at me as if to say
Life just goes on.
The old familiar story told in different ways,
Make the most of your own journey from the cradle to the grave;
Dream your dreams tomorrow because today
Life must go on.
CHORUS
But there's more to this life than living and dying,
More than just trying to make it through the day;
More to this life, more than these eyes alone can see,
And there's more than this life alone can be.
Tonight he lies in silence staring into space,
And looks for ways to make tomorrow better than today,
But in the morning light it looks the same;
Life just goes on.
He takes care of his family, he takes care of his work,
And every Sunday morning he takes his place at the church;
And somehow he still feels a need to search,
But life just goes on.
(chorus)
So where do we start to find every part
Of what makes this life complete;
If we turn our eyes to Jesus we'll find
Life's true beginning is there at the cross where He died.
He died to bring us . . .
(chorus)
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There is a pressing question
My heart's been asking me:
When I say "I love You Lord",
What does it mean?
I know it's one thing to say it,
And another thing to do;
How can I show you it's true?
CHORUS
I'm gonna love You with my life.
I wanna love You with my life.
I'm gonna listen and obey, I'm gonna live these words I say.
I'm gonna love You with my life.
Some people love with money;
Some people love with words;
Some people love because they love the returns;
Yet with all these complications,
The greatest love is always found
In the one who lays his life down.
(chorus)
He said if we love Him,
We're gonna do the things He told us,
Walk the path He showed us;
So if you love Him, show Him it's true in how you're living.
If you mean it, say it with me.
(chorus)
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Standing on the edge of the truth,
Looking out at the view
Of all you used to believe,
From where you are you can see you're far away from home.
Echoes of the life you once knew
Call out to you from across the divide,
And you know it's time to step back over the line,
But you're . . .
CHORUS
Waiting for lightning,
A sign that it's time for a change;
And you're listening for thunder,
While He quietly whispers your name.
Night falls and the curtain goes down;
No one's around,
It's just you and the truth.
As you lie in wait
For a feeling to take you by storm,
Somewhere in the depths of your heart,
Where it's empty and dark, there's a flicker of light,
And the Spirit calls,
But do you notice at all;
Are you . . .
(chorus)
But the sign and the word
Have already been given,
And now it's by faith
We must look and we must listen,
Instead of . . .
(chorus)
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He prayed the prayer one Sunday morning;
He really meant the words he said.
She prayed and gave her heart to Jesus,
One night while kneeling by her bed.
So many start on this journey,
But they never make it out of the door;
Their lives are caught in a moment in time,
But there's so much more.
CHORUS
Than living for the moment when he's given us a lifetime,
Living for the moment letting hours pass right by;
It's gonna take forever to discover all that Jesus has in store,
So live for every moment,
And live every moment for the Lord.
There are some mountains on our pathway;
Sometimes we reach the very top,
We like the feeling of the moment.
Sometimes that's where we'd like to stop,
But we've been given these moments
To encourage us along the way.
Now Jesus wants us to move ahead growin' every day.
(chorus)
This is the day that the Lord has created;
This is the day that He has made
To take us where our faith has never been before.
(chorus)
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Tomorrow morning if you wake up
And the sun does not appear,
I will be here.
If in the dark we lose sight of love,
Hold my hand and have no fear,
âЂ?Cause I will be here.
CHORUS
I will be here when you feel like being quiet;
When you need to speak your mind, I will listen.
And I will be here when the laughter turns to crying;
Through the winning, losing, and trying, we'll be together,
âЂ?Cause I will be here.
Tomorrow morning if you wake up
And the future is unclear,
I will be here.
As sure as seasons are made for change,
Our lifetimes are made for years,
So I will be here.
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I will be here, and you can cry on my shoulder;
When the mirror tells us we're older, I will hold you.
And I will be here to watch you grow in beauty,
And tell you all the things you are to me;
I will be here.
I will be true to the promise I have made,
To you and to the One who gave you to me.
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Well, I've been watching us very close,
And I guess the one thing that's been bothering me the most,
Is when I see us playing by the same rules that the world is using.
Well, I've been listening to the things that we say,
And I, I hear us mention words like fortune and fame,
And it makes me wonder if we're sure about the side we're choosing.
That's why I'm asking you
CHORUS
Who makes the rules for me and you,
When it's wrong or right is it black and white?
Who makes the rules for me and you;
It's our life at stake so we better know who makes the rules.
When I see people just like you and me,
Trying to live out the pictures they see on TV;
Gotta have a new car, new clothes, new love when they get tired of trying.
Well, I've been reading âЂ?bout a different way,
Talking âЂ?bout dying to live and losing to gain;
Seems like somebody's telling us the truth and somebody's lying.
I wanna know who.
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Two voices are calling out to you;
You're serving the one you're listening to,
So, tell me who, somebody tell me who.
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The moon's waving the world goodbye;
The morning sun smiles and lights the sky.
I hear the waves crashing into shore;
The world's an ocean waiting at my door.
Before I set out for the open sea,
I'll take the word my Father's given me.
CHORUS 1
And I'll go sailing out to Treasure Island,
The Treasure Island that God's word can be;
I'll pray and make my way to Treasure Island,
And in those quiet times I know that I will find
All the treasure I will ever need.
I raise the sail as I kneel to pray,
Check my course all along the way;
A million thoughts like the rushing wind
Are blowing this ship so I'll pray again.
Soon I have landed on the solid ground;
I take my life's concerns and lay them all down.
(chorus 1)
And when I return to the mainland,
I'll take the treasure back with me.
CHORUS 2
I'll go sailing out to Treasure Island,
The Treasure Island that God's word can be;
Ill go sailing out to Treasure Island,
Guided by the Spirit's gentle wind.
I'll pray and make my way to Treasure Island,
And when the new day starts, I'll take my longing heart
And sail to Treasure Island once again.
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Way beyond the blue, the Father is calling;
Let Him take you to a life beyond compare.
The passion fades and your sense of adventure
Sits collecting dust on a shelf;
The new gets old and hearts get cold.
Where's the flame that burned with excitement?
Where's the hope you once knew so well?
It's lost at sea with all your dreams.
There you stand caught between an endless sky above and earth below;
Look above and beyond what you can see to find a view of all that this life can be.
CHORUS
Way beyond the blue where the Father is calling,
Let Him take you to a life beyond compare;
His love is wider than the sky above you,
And He has plans for you that go way beyond the blue.
Like the wind carries an eagle,
Let His hand carry you now,
And show you scenes of His mighty strength.
As you rise high above all the riches that this world could give,
You will find the depth of His love,
And His grace that is lifting you up to live.
(chorus)
God has raised us up with Christ
And seated us with Him in heavenly places,
So that He can show the riches of His grace
To the coming ages.
(chorus)
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In this little room I put my pen to the paper,
To write what's in my heart down on a page;
With every line, a silent prayer is being lifted
That the song will somehow find its way
From this little room to your heart.
In this little room with just a microphone to hear me,
I sing what's in my heart while the music plays;
And with every line, a silent prayer is being lifted
That the song will somehow find its way
From this little room to your heart.
I close my eyes imagining your faces;
I see the smiles, the tears, the joys, the pain.
We may be strangers but I can give this song to you,
Because the One who gave me this song knows your name,
He knows your name, He knows your name.
In this little room tonight I'll be praying,
As Jesus comes to meet you where you are,
We'll hear His voice together if we listen,
And we'll find it's really not that far
From this little room, from this little room,
From this little room to your heart.
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Lord, I don't know what to say;
As I get down on my knees to pray,
The same old phrases come to mind,
But You've heard them all a thousand times.
It's not that it's untrue when I say "Lord, I love You",
It's just that I want it to be more.
CHORUS
More than words, I want my prayer to be
More than words, thoughts my heart alone can speak;
As you listen to me tell of all Your power and mercy,
Lord, You know it's my desire that what You hear is more than words.
As I open up this Book,
And read of all the love it took
For a holy God to care for man;
Spirit, help me understand.
It's not that it's unclear, it's a letter to children,
But Lord I know it's meant to be much more.
CHORUS
More than words, not just letters on a page;
More than words, for every line and every phrase
Was a breath of inspiration from a caring Father
Who gave the gift of His Son to prove He loved us more than words.
As I consider quietly the wonder of all Your ability,
It's more than I can comprehend, and I find myself in need again;
But if I had every word and a thousand years to use them,
What You are to me would still be more, oh, so much more, more than words.
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There's a chapel on wheels parked at a truckstop,
Somewhere in the southern part of Florida tonight;
Many are blown in by a strong wind:
It's the wind of the Spirit.
There's a preacher with his head bowed
There at the altar,
Whispering a prayer as the people wander in,
Sayin' it's You, Lord, that they're lookin' for,
Whether they know it or not,
And that's the reason I've got to go
CHORUS
Out in the highways, out in the highways.
Maybe this will be the day they come to meet You on their way,
Out in the highways.
There's a church down on the corner with stained glass windows,
But time has stained the windows till no light is shining through;
Those on the outside pass right by,
Lost on a dark endless highway.
There's a banner on the church wall
They put up many years ago,
Reminding them that Jesus said âЂ?Go into all the world';
They need the Spirit wind to blow again
And fan the flame of concern,
Take the truth that they've learned and go
CHORUS
Out in the highways, out in the highways.
Open windows, doors and hearts, take the light into the dark,
Out in the highways.
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