Parody of "I'm Yours" by Jason Mraz
(Mark 2:1-12, Luke 5:17-26, Matthew 9:1-8)
Well, my crew done brung me in a bed I dwelt in
'Cause I was real ill and I could not move myself in
I felt quite rude, in fact, while I was lyin' on my back
But, Lord, I couldn't run out and now You're givin' me attention
And nothin' could have helped me but divine intervention
I reckon that's what just occurred
I've been somewhat burdensome
But I won't vegetate no more, oh Lord,
I'll stand up straight -- I'm cured
We'll open up the roof they said to me
Put ropes around your bed and then you'll be
Lowered to the floor in no time
From above now
Burst into the room and all the normal people gasped and shrieked
Just like some Greek tragedy
But if our God can make it right I'll get up, up, up, up
But I won't vegetate no more, oh Lord,
I'll stand up straight -- I'm cured
Guess I'll need to compensate that guy for sure
Whose roof they made a door
So doo-ja doo-ja doo-ja doo-ja
Doo-ja doo-ja doo doo doo doo-ja doo-ja
Want to come help?
Scoot that ladder over here
And I will the make the repairs
Soon there won't be any hole
I've been spending way too long thinking my trouble was merely
Dependin' on my back and legs but now I see it clearly
But now I just got off my back
And, Lord, it's You and your grace that I lacked
I guess that I'll be stayin' up and make my bed for sleepin'
Forgiveness was the very biggest gift that I was needin'
It's what You came to do
How lame is our excuse
CHORUS
Open up to Mark in verse 2:3
Open up to Luke in 5:18
Look in Matthew 9 and you'll find
I am cured
To please God, please God, please God
First you need to come in faith
Seek out Christ our Lord
Listen kids 'cause this one's got legs
I'm cured
