Sam Ock:
Often i think that my resolve is weak and weary
often i lay awake at night with a heart of fearing
for i perceive my unrepentant flesh is gaining new life
even though i know the reassurance that is in Christ
For sin, seizing an opportunity comes alive
through Your commandments, i struggle with deceptive lies
for I don’t understand why I do the things I hate
and the things your spirit’s longing for I lock behind a gate
You show me the infinite times Your love I deny
Lord You put me through these desperate times, I really wonder why
and I label myself a wretched, worthless boy
for all the blessings You lavish upon me I just destroy
But then You lift me up to Calvary You focus my eyes
upon my King upon the cross where He suffered and died
I remember that all of my sin was there crucified
Spirit, I surrender all, may You truly sanctify
CL:
The heart's deceitful, when people ask how my walk is doing
I pursue to respond between the lines, hiding my sins from viewing
I'm doing great, been in the word, my prayer times increasing
But even in these deeds, my love for Jesus seems decreasing
How can this be, I'm tryn’a do what the word is speaking
But this fleeting heart is feeding on this religious being
So now I'm striving for the Spirit cause the letter kills
Desires turned to mechanics deterred me from the Father's will
Waiting for His voice, led and guided by His Spirit
My worship is getting more passionate, I must be near Him
I'm feeling closer, but as time progressed my emotions
Were the determining factor if I was in fact closer, this roller coaster
Had me addicted to this experience ride
Thought I was chasing my God, but I was chasing a high
Lord, without You I'm skipping from the narrow to wide
Save me from this heart that’s prone to create idols inside
Hook - Sam:
*Lord, we wait for the day
Forever we’ll sing to you
J.Han:
My pride is ever growing, it’s given birth to sin.
It’s dangerous I know it, killing me slowly within.
I’m rotting away while my outside looks so alive.
My image is preserved as a sinless kind of guy.
My focus shifted from an audience of one
to a crowd of thousands; Christ reliance? probably close to none.
Was I thinking I could do this on my own strength? I’m foolish.
I was okay, but fruitless; yo, my own ways were toothless.
(Huh?) How’d it get to this point of apathy with a bare cup.
Vacant of the living water (yup); neglecting just to be filled-up.
I’m caught up all in the vanity and busyness of my life.
Only concerned for my checklist, while deserting Christ.
Fill me up with Your Spirit, (Lord!) Draw me closer to Your side.
Kill indifference with Your intimate love; arms opened so wide.
I act like I don’t need your grace, in fact I need it now.
This weak and weary heart of mine is Yours; we sing it loud
