O Light that Knew No Dawn

This hymn by Gregory of Nazianzus (325-390; tr. John Brownlie, 1900) was one that I wrote music for back in 2004 at Greenlake (Seattle) and never got recorded. My good friend (and magnificent violinist) Jonathan Marzinke requested a recording of this song a few weeks ago. I hope it is a blessing to you. [I included a capo chart in D because I usually play capo II open on the low E string.]

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O Light that Knew No Dawn (listen) (chords) (capo chart)

O Light that knew no dawn, That shines to endless day, All things in earth and heav’n Are lustered by thy ray; Nor mind thy brightness comprehend, No eye can to thy throne ascend, Nor mind thy brightness comprehend.

Thy grace, O Father, give, That I might serve in fear; Above all hopes, I pray, Grant me thy voice to hear; From sin thy child in mercy free, O let me dwell in light with thee. From sin thy child in mercy free. O let me dwell in light with thee.

Lord, you are my God, my only Lord, you have been so gracious to me, And I would give you everything.

That, cleansed from stain of sin, I may true homage give; And pure in heart, behold Thy beauty while I live; And thee, O Christ my Savior, praise. Clean hands in holy worship raise, And thee, O Christ my Savior, praise.

Lord, you are my God, my only Lord, you have been so gracious to me, And I would give you everything.

Thy grace, O Father, give, I humbly thee implore; And let thy mercy bless Thy servant more and more. From age to age eternally. All grace and glory be to thee, From age to age eternally.

Lord, you are my God, my only Lord, you have been so gracious to me, And I would give you everything. All I've worked for, everything, All I run from, everything, All I've loved, everything.

Come Back

The end of the book of Revelation has always resonated with me. In the finale of this great and terrible vision, Jesus says, "Behold I am coming soon" and the Spirit of God says "Come" and the Bride (that is, the church) says "Come". We are definitely like those who were waiting for Jesus to be born. We are supposed to be looking and watching on the edge of our seat for Christ to come in the sky. I don't live there most of the time but I want to have that awareness more and more. I want to sing about it with my spiritual family as well and not just because life here is dangerous and full of sorrow but because we long to be with Jesus whom we love with our very guts.

I wrote this Advent song last year springing from that desire. We recorded this a couple weeks back during worship.

Thanks always to Wolfy for mixing these live songs.

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Come Back (listen) (chord chart)

Another morning, another shadow of the Day, I’m here and waiting, and yet I plan for the years ahead. I lose my senses; I doubt that you are even there. I lose my memory, sometimes my lamp it grows ever dim.

Come Back, Come Back, Come Back, Come Back.

I miss the moments, when you first called me out from death, You took me further, than I could have imagined then, Now one more mile, I walk and hope that you are near. I watch for morning; I need you Jesus to be here.

Come Back, Come Back, Come Back, Come Back.

And when you come, when you come, when you come, I will, I will still be a virgin. And when you come, when you come, when you come, I will, be the fairest of maidens. And when you come, when you come, when you come, I will, I will have still kept my garden And when you come, when you come, until you come, I will wait, I will wait.

I have this feeling, that I am not singing alone. The angels thunder; the earth let’s out another groan. I hear my family, the ones who now are at your throne. My heart is fettered, and all I want is to be home.

Come Back, Come Back, Come Back, Come Back.

Gathered Round Your Table

Here is a Christmas/Easter communion hymn by Margaret Clarkson (1986) that I rewrote the music for in 2003. I had yet to make a recording until I got a request from Bruce Benedict last week so...special thanks to Bruce for instigating this recording and for making the lead sheet too. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

Gathered Round Your Table (listen) (chord chart) (lead sheet)

Gathered ‘round your table on this holy eve, Viewing Bethlehem’s stable we rejoice and grieve, Joy to see you lying in your manger bed, Weep to see you dying in our sinful stead.

Prince of glory gracing heav’n ere time began, Now for us embracing death as son of man, By your birth so lovely by your love so true; By your cross most holy Lord we worship you.

Bethlehem’s incarnation, Calvary’s bitter cross, Wrought for us salvation by your pain and loss. Now we fall before you in this holy place, Prostrate we adore you for your gift of grace.

With profoundest wonder we your body take, laid in manger yonder broken for our sake, Hushed in adoration we approach the cup, Bethlehem’s pure oblation freely offered up.

Christmas babe so tender lamb who bore our blame, How shall sinners render praises due your name? Do your own good pleasure in the lives we bring, In your ransomed treasure reign forever king.

Mercy on the Dead

Here is a Christmas song I wrote my first Christmas at Redeemer, Indianapolis in December 2007. I recorded it in our upper room when it was still a home studio (now its a bedroom for one of our students) and Sarah joined in to give it some harmony. Hope this gets you in the Christmas spirit. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

Mercy on the Dead (listen) (chord chart)

Weary from the hardened roads and rejected as a stranger, No room to deliver Life for the mother of our savior, Lonely, not but just a prayer to have strength to bear our Maker, Struggling in the pains of birth hoping God would show his favor.

Oh have mercy on the dead! Oh come breathe your breath out on this cold ground. And where you find nothing left, Raise up your children!

Dull ears and a broken cup was the people that you came to, Thieves hiding inside your house where the dark could not perceive you, No life and a withered branch was the garden that you came to, Hail, coals and the cup of wrath, that you bore to make all things new.

Oh have mercy on the dead! Oh come breathe your breath out on this cold ground. And where you find nothing left, Raise up your children!

The Holy One bends down to dust, He speaks our name, He calls to us, “Come out, My Child!  You’re mine forever!”

Oh have mercy on the dead! Oh come breathe your breath out on this cold ground. And where you find nothing left, Raise up your children!

Come Jesus, Come

I wrote this song back in 2006 and I wanted to post it for a couple of reasons. First of all, it is advent and I love sharing songs about God becoming man and God coming back (this one focusing on the later). We played it a couple of Sundays ago and it was just Wolfy on the organ and me on the guitar; very simple. Secondly, I have been thinking of our friends the Brodines whose son was born about 12 weeks premature a couple of weeks ago. My son was born at about the same time and I remember writing this song and working on it as I rode the elevators at the hospital, drove to work-to hospital-to food-to hospital and then getting home late at night just to go to sleep. So this song goes out to the Brodines living at the hospital and their beautiful little son.

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Come Jesus, Come (listen) (chord chart)

When everything has been lost and we cry out from our soul, Finding at the foot of the cross, there’s a dawning of hope. Come,  Come Jesus Come. Come,  Come Jesus Come.

Praise Father and Son and Holy Ghost, and Holy Ghost! Our weakness; his strength’s our only boast, our only boast. Join as the elders and angel host, the angel host call, "Come Jesus, Come!"

And the grace of God dwells by his Spirit in us, His mercies ever-new still refresh what the curse would have crushed. Come,  Come Jesus Come. Come,  Come Jesus Come.

Praise Father and Son and Holy Ghost, and Holy Ghost! Our weakness; his strength’s our only boast, our only boast. Join as the elders and angel host, the angel host call, "Come Jesus, Come!"

Every glimpse that we get is like a view of our home, Where we’ll be face to face; in the arms of our God, Still as creation groans, we’ll bear witness to Light, And we’ll watch as the morning grows bright.

Though we don’t see him now, everyday there’s enough. Still we have a longing to see when he appears from above. Come,  Come Jesus Come. Come,  Come Jesus Come.

Praise Father and Son and Holy Ghost, and Holy Ghost! Our weakness; his strength’s our only boast, our only boast. Join as the elders and angel host, the angel host call, "Come Jesus, Come!"

Live: Nothing but the Blood

Here is some live music from Sunday, Novembery 1st. Nothing but the Blood is relatively traditional but I thought I would share it. I am so blessed to play with these musicians: a string quintet, drums and dissonant arhythmic piano playing.....gives me a big grateful smile. Nothing but the Blood (live)

Be Reconciled

I found this 1902 hymn by E. Taylor Cassel last week and reworked the music for this past Sunday. I am always shaken by the real purpose of our lives here. (2 Cor. 5:20) That God has chosen to make his appeal to the world through us. ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

Be Reconciled (demo) (live) (chord chart) (capo chart)

I am a stranger here, within a foreign land; My home is far away, upon a golden strand; Ambassador to be of realms beyond the sea, I’m just an angel for the business of my King.

This is my King’s command: that all men, everywhere, Repent and turn away from sin’s destructive snare; That all who will receive him shall then be forgiv’n,

This is the business of my King. This is the message that I bring, To all of Jesus’ enemies:

“Oh, be reconciled to God, be reconciled. Oh be reconciled.”

My home is brighter far than Sharon’s rosy plain, Eternal life and joy throughout its vast domain; My Sovereign bids me tell how mortals there may dwell,

This is the business of my King. This is the message that I bring, To all of Jesus’ enemies:

“Oh, be reconciled to God, be reconciled.” “Oh, be reconciled to God, be reconciled.” “Oh, be reconciled to God, be reconciled.” “Oh, be reconciled to God, be reconciled.”

Today is the hour of his favor, today is the hour of his grace. Today is the day he is calling, today is the choice you must face. Today is the season of his presence, today is the reign of Jesus’ name. Today we are closer forever, today is the day, today is the day.

I am a stranger here, within a foreign land; My home is far away, upon a golden strand.

“Oh, be reconciled to God, be reconciled.” “Oh, be reconciled to God, be reconciled.” “Oh, be reconciled to God, be reconciled.” “Oh, be reconciled to God, be reconciled.”

Chord Chart: I am One of Those

Somehow I forgot to add the chord chart link for the I am One of Those post. Sorry about that. I have updated the post and this will also get you the chart if you are looking for it.

Heaven is my Home

This song was the last song I did as an anthem at Greenlake in Seattle. I think we rocked it out a good bit more but I remember needing to sing about our call to loosen the grip on our lives. We just played it again last Sunday as part of Jason's Hebrews series. He preached on the "longing for a better country". :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

Heaven is my Home (listen)

I leave the life I built, it all means nothing. Heaven is my home. I clothe myself in Jesus’ servitude now. Heaven is my home. The praise of men is worthless to me. Heaven is my home. The love of God in Christ is poured out on me. Heaven is my home. Heaven is my home. Heaven is my home. Heaven is my mine.

All of us were dead. Jesus shook us from our empty dreams, Gave us faith to stand. Now we believe in what we’ve never seen, We disown the world, for in glory we are citizens. While the evening fades, we’ll watch the day begin.

The living breath of God is dwelling in me. Heaven is my home. The Lord of Lords himself enthroned beside me. Heaven is my home. I shall not want, for mine is Jesus. Heaven is my home. All peace and rest and freedom; joy and wholeness. Heaven is my home. Heaven is my home. Heaven is my home. Heaven is mine.

Get the hungry food. The kingdom come. Tell the world the truth. The kingdom come. The alone, befriend. The kingdom come. The oppressed defend. The kingdom come. Let the slaves be freed. The kingdom come. Stand beside the weak. The kingdom come. Loose the chains of sin. The kingdom come. Bring the strangers in! The kingdom come. Under the failing night a living light has dawned.

All of us were dead. Jesus shook us from our empty dreams, Gave us faith to stand. Now we believe in what we’ve never seen, We disown the world, for in glory we are citizens. While the evening fades, we’ll watch the day begin.

When I see Jesus come at last in glory. Heaven is my home. And every knee is bowed and tongue is praising. Heaven is my home. The veil pulled back and all is beauty. Heaven is my home. Then at his call we run to him rejoicing! Heaven is my home. Heaven is my home. Heaven is my home. Heaven is mine.

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Still I Believe

Still meditating on Hebrews 11, specifically where it says of Moses:

He chose to be mistreated along with the people of God rather than to enjoy the pleasures of sin for a short time. He regarded disgrace for the sake of Christ as of greater value than the treasures of Egypt, because he was looking ahead to his reward.

This is another quick laptop recording in our dining room during nap time. We played it yesterday as an offertory during worship.

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Still I Beleive  (listen)  (chord chart)

All I wanted, left me wanting, Nothing was enough. Then you saved me, clothed, forgave me, Proved to me your love.

Still I believe, I hope and I seek, The Kingdom of Christ the risen Son. O may I receive, the faith that I need, To hold on until the day he comes.

Dreams and riches, my ambitions, All have turned to dust. But your favor lasts forever, This is all I want.

Still I believe, I hope and I seek, The Kingdom of Christ the risen Son. O may I receive, the faith that I need, To hold on until the day he comes.

Let your Spirit endure, Through the tempting and thirst, Still it’s you I adore, So much more.

You have heard my prayer and groaning, Still my answer waits. Hope in your unfailing love, Is all that now remains.

Still I believe, I hope and I seek, The Kingdom of Christ the risen Son. O may I receive, the faith that I need, To hold on until the day he comes. Until the day he comes. O may your kingdom come, O may your kingdom come.

Nathan Partain, September 17, 2009

Pilgrim Hymn

My Pastor, Jason Dorsey, is beginning a new preaching series on Hebrews 11. This has got me thinking about our pilgrimage through this place to our home. I found this hymn by John Cennick (1742) and it seemed to capture what has been stirring in my mind. I hope for us to learn it as a congregation over the next few months. I recorded it last night in my inlaws living room with my laptop sitting on my lap using the built-in mic. So it is a little low-fi and there is some random knocking sounds where I accidentally bumped the laptop while trying to play into the computer screen. There is also a good bit of background noise because people were walking through and washing dishes, etc. but I had a lot of fun and it was really easy just to play and not have to set up any equipment.

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Pilgrim Hymn (listen) (chord chart)

Children of the heavenly King, As ye journey, sweetly sing; Sing your Savior’s worthy praise, Glorious in His works and ways

We are traveling home to God, In the way the fathers trod; They are happy now, and we Soon their happiness shall see.

O Lord, obedient we would go, Gladly leaving all the world below; Thou alone our only Leader be; And still we follow Thee.

Shout, ye little flock, and blest, You on Jesus’ throne shall rest: There your seat is now prepared— There your kingdom and reward.

O Lord, obedient we would go, Gladly leaving all the world below; Thou alone our only Leader be; And still we follow Thee.

Lift your eyes, ye sons of light, Zion’s city is in sight: There our endless home shall be, There our Lord we soon shall see.

O Lord, obedient we would go, Gladly leaving all the world below; Thou alone our only Leader be; And still we follow Thee.

Psalm 22

This song was written from the last third of Psalm 22 in the Trinity Psalter. Psalm 22 is one of the clearest psalm prophecies of the crucifixion and resurrection. It begins with, "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?" and continues to foretell the mocking, insults and the dividing of Jesus clothes. However, at verse 22 the psalm hinges with, "I will declare your name to my brothers; in the congregation I will praise you."  From there the psalm exalts the resurrected Lord and King. This was recorded live during our worship service a few of weeks ago.

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Psalm 22 (listen) (chord chart) (lead sheet)

All ye that fear Jehovah’s Name, His glory tell, His praise proclaim; Ye children of His chosen race, Stand ye in awe before His face. The suffering One He has not spurned Who unto Him for succor turned; From him He has not hid His face But answered his request in grace.

O Lord, Thy goodness makes me raise Amid Thy people songs of praise; Before all them that fear Thee, Now I worship Thee and pay my vow.

For all the meek Thou wilt provide, They shall be fed and satisfied; All they that seek the Lord shall live And never ending praises give. The Lord’s unfailing righteousness, All generations shall confess. From age to age shall me be taught, What wondrous works the Lord hath wrought

O Lord, Thy goodness makes me raise Amid Thy people songs of praise; Before all them that fear Thee, Now I worship Thee and pay my vow.

All ye that fear Jehovah’s Name, His glory tell, His praise proclaim; Ye children of His chosen race, Stand ye in awe before His face. The suffering One He has not spurned Who unto Him for succor turned; From him He has not hid His face But answered his request in grace.

O Lord, Thy goodness makes me raise Amid Thy people songs of praise; Before all them that fear Thee, Now I worship Thee and pay my vow.

I Lay my Sins on Jesus

The text for this song is taken from a few verses of a hymn by Horatius Bonar. It is thought to be his first attempt at writing a hymn. I started recording it at Kenny Meeks studio and then finished in the sanctuary of Redeemer Presbyterian Church in Indianapolis. Wolfy Johnson engineered, mixed and played the organ. Kenny Meeks laid down the tremolo guitar and supplied some velvety vintage gear. The metallic percussion was played on part of an art installation called "Resurrected Instruments" by Kipp Normand.

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I Lay my Sins on Jesus (listen) (chord chart)

I rest my soul on Jesus, this weary soul of mine; His right hand me embraces, I on his breast recline. I lay my griefs on Jesus, my burdens and my cares; My savior all my sorrows bears.

I lay my sins on Jesus, the spotless Lamb of God; He bears them all, and frees us from the accursèd load; I bring my guilt to Jesus, his blood to wash my stains I’m washed ‘til no more shame remains.

‘Til no more shame remains, I’m washed ‘til no more shame remains. ‘Til no more shame remains.

I love the Name of Jesus, Immanuel, Christ, the Lord; Like fragrance on the breezes his Name abroad is poured. I long to be with Jesus, amid the heavenly throng, To join with Earth and Heaven’s song.

With Earth and Heaven’s song, I’ll join with Earth and Heaven’s song. With Earth and Heven’s song.

Chord Charts

There was some interest in the chord charts for all the songs on the 11:43am record so here they are. I will try to record and post a new song this week. 

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1. He Alone
2. Psalm 124
3. Song of Adoption
4. The Gospel is All I Have
5. Peace Be Still
6. I Belong to Jesus
7. Justice is Coming
8. James 4
9. Beyond my Reach
10. I will Believe the Lord
11. Hour of the Christ
12. What our God has Done

11:43am is on iTunes

Just a quick note for some of you who asked. 11:43am is now on iTunes.

I Belong to Jesus

This is the sixth song on the new record. I rewrote the music to this hymn by M. Fraser in mid 2005. The idea of being purchased by God with the blood of Jesus is one of the truths of the gospel that I have been thinking on for the past few years so I was very excited to find these simple words. After reading them, the melody came out almost all at once. If you are interested in purchasing the record, it is available at CDBaby or if you would like to buy it directly from me just send me a comment.

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I Belong to Jesus (listen)

I belong to Jesus; I am not my own; All I have and all I am, Shall be his alone. I belong to Jesus; He is Lord and King, Reigning in my inmost heart, Over ev'rything.

I belong to Jesus; Blessed, blessed thought! With his own most precious blood, Has my soul been bought. I belong to Jesus; He has died for me; I am his and he is mine, Through eternity.

I belong to Jesus; He will keep my soul, When the deathly waters dark, Round about me roll. I belong to Jesus; And fore'er I'll stand With my precious Saviour there, In his glorious land.

The New Record

11:43am was recorded on an 8-track between 2005 and 2006 in the study at our house in Seattle. The songs were written to be played after the sermon (as the album title suggests) and were meant to be a supplement to the preaching and the whole worship service. These songs grew out of the teaching and the life of the community at Greenlake Church (now Cross Point Churches) in Seattle.

If you would like to purchase a copy, they are for sale online at CDBaby or you can leave a comment requesting one and I can get you a copy.

Here Am I

This song came from a discussion in our bible study that we have in our home. We are going through Tim Keller's book The Reason for God and Keller does a thorough job of showing how Christianity as a belief system not only holds up but has a unique splendor among the different belief systems of the current times.  However, the point was made that although this is valuable, it is not the way that the apostles preached the validity of the gospel of Jesus as the Messiah. They were mainly concerned with a body of evidence that God himself had built (creation, the Law, the prophets, the miracles, the resurrection) as though they were presenting proofs to a jury. The beginning of Acts is a great example of the pattern of their testimony. It goes something like this: "We are eye witnesses of the God-man Jesus; a physical person who was, and is and is to come. He performed miracles witnessed by thousands. God spoke audibly in front of witnesses and testified himself about who this God-man was. He was born, ministered, was crucified and resurrected just as prophesied by multiple prophets over thousands of years. We heard him, saw him, spoke to him, touched him, witnessed him resurrected and saw him ascend into heaven. The Holy Spirit is working miracles through us to confirm that Jesus is on his throne at the Father's side and that our message is true."

This song is an attempt to share that same heart and preach that good news to myself. It was recorded in my office on Garageband tonight.

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Here Am I  (listen)

Listen up now and turn you ear, If you really got ears to hear, Cause the God-man’s come to earth And with miracles he was confirmed. And what he said and did Was not like anyone who’s ever lived. Even God witnessed and said, “This is my Son, Listen to Him”  And he says:

Here am I, my children testified, I was crucified and died, I rose up indestructible. Here am I, physically alive, put your fingers in my side, repent, believe and be forgiven. Here am I, at the Father’s side, The universe is mine, I come to judge the dead and living. Here am I, God’s wrath is right outside, As the morning takes the night, Here am I, You must receive me or deny. 

What all nature shows and shouts, The law of God itself expounds And with the histories and Psalms, The prophets they all sing along We suppressed what God made plain, And our hearts they have gone insane. Jesus said he had the only Name, Whereby anybody, anywhere must be saved.

Here am I, my children testified, I was crucified and died, I rose up indestructible. Here am I, physically alive, put your fingers in my side, repent, believe and be forgiven. Here am I, at the Father’s side, The universe is mine, I come to judge the dead and living. Here am I, God’s wrath is right outside, As the morning takes the night, Here am I, You must receive me or deny. 

He is a person and not an idea, He is a person and not a system He is a person and not a belief, He is a person and He is telling you now…. 

Here am I, my children testified, I was crucified and died, I rose up indestructible. Here am I, physically alive, put your fingers in my side, repent, believe and be forgiven. Here am I, at the Father’s side, The universe is mine, I come to judge the dead and living. Here am I, God’s wrath is right outside, As the morning takes the night, Here am I, You must receive me or deny. 

Jesus Christ, Son of David

The longer I read the gospels the more it is apparent to me that very few of those who followed Christ (even his closest disciples) really believed that he was the One. That is what is so significant about Peter's confession, "You are the Christ, the Son of the living God." However, there were a few times as Jesus was surrounded by crowds of unbelieving people that someone shouted out "Jesus Christ, Son of David, have mercy on me". This proclamation, though short, would have carried all the weight of Peter's confession of faith. It would have been understood as a complete acceptance that Jesus was the prophesied Messiah and each time he heard it Jesus stopped and engaged the believer.

This song is my version and compilation of those accounts. It was recorded at our house in the spring of 2008. Wolfy Johnson joined me on our upright piano.

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Jesus Christ, Son of David   (listen)

Jesus Christ, Son of David have mercy on me, I've been so blind in my deceptions that your light I have not seen. Could you spare some of the table scraps, That fall around your feet? O Jesus Christ, Son of David have mercy on me.

Jesus Christ, Son of David look with mercy on me. Before all men I won't be silent, my quaking voice I cannot keep, I have heard the deaf and blind were healed, When they had just believed, O Jesus Christ, Son of David look with mercy on me.

You are the King and I call to you now, call to you now! The Lord of everything and I call to you now, call to you now, I believe, I believe!  

Jesus Christ, Son of David called in mercy to me. I tossed my life aside and leapt to find the source of everything. He said, "My child what have you come for?" I said "just you may I receive" O Jesus Christ, Son of David called in mercy to me.

Jesus Christ, Son of David poured his mercy on me. I'll shout the praises of my savior, He's the joy of all my being. 'Til the dawn awakes, the heavens shake, This ransomed soul will sing, O Jesus Christ, Son of David poured mercy on me.

You are the King and I call to you now, call to you now! The Lord of everything and I call to you now, call to you now, I believe, I believe!  

I am One of Those

This song was written for Easter this year and was recorded live on that Sunday. The lyrics are a meditation on what it means to be "the lowly things of this world and the despised things—and the things that are not" using images from the gospels. I want to identify with and see myself as the people I despise. Not merely the people that are outcasts or misfits because it seems easy for me to identify with them. Even in accepting broken sinners I have found that I still have a standard of ugliness and social dysfunction that is not much different than that of the pharisees. I know that Jesus came for those at the bottom of the list and I need to see my name down there with all the despised so that I may be less tangled in my pride and ready lay down my life for my brothers and sisters. More than that, I want to understand how far reaching is the love of Jesus, who physically touched those whom others would not even want to be close to or smell. Maybe then I would truly be grateful. Maybe then I would begin to see with the eyes of Jesus who continually saw the value of those around him and judged by the standards of heaven. ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

I am One of Those (listen)  (chord chart)

I am one of those, at the table not invited, And to all here at the feast it’s very plain, I cannot hide in etiquette or conversation, But Christ himself sent word to me and so I came.

I am one of those who was dead and fully buried, And I still bear every stigma of decay, There is no way I can hide just what I’ve been through, ‘cause when Jesus called I came fresh from the grave.

Though the world may number me among the foolish, I think Jesus Christ is all I need to know Jesus suffered and paid blood to buy the lowest of the low Hallelujah! Amen! That’s me! Yes, I am one of those!

I am one of those, who was a leper and contagious, The deformities and scars I have today, Yet while I was vile with sickness Jesus loved me, And He healed, restored and through and through remade.

I am one of those who was doomed to death in prison, And I’ve done more evil things than I could say, Jesus broke inside and there unlocked my shackles, And to set me free, he died and took my place.

Though the world may number me among the foolish, I think Jesus Christ is all I need to know Jesus suffered and paid blood to buy the lowest of the low Hallelujah! Amen! That’s me! Yes, I am one of those! 

I am one of those, who was hard to love and ugly, Self-Righteous critical religion was my stain. So I ran Christ to wash and be discovered, Jesus came to me and covered up my shame.

Though the world may number me among the foolish, I think Jesus Christ is all I need to know Jesus suffered and paid blood to buy the lowest of the low Hallelujah! Amen! That’s me! Yes, I am one of those!