Sorry To Grieve You God

Here in the age of power

I’m calling out from weakness
Far from Your heart, and yet
You’re not too far to reach us

Carried us when our legs were broken

Bodies and the wind knocked out from our lungs
And yet we have the gall to cry for Barabbas
Then turn our eyes
Then turn our ears
Sorry to grieve You, God
Sorry to grieve You, God

Here in the age of grace

Did we forget forgiveness?
Don’t let us trade the cross
For temples made of comfort

Carried us in open arms bound and broken

Body and the wind knocked out from Your lungs
And yet You had the will to cry out “Forgive them”
Then close Your eyes
And wipe our tears
How could I thank You, God
How could I thank You, God

Good grief, Your love for us
Fearless and fierce
For all of death’s grievances
The wager’s been cleared

Nothing could stop You
Then and now here
And nothing I do
Can undo what You did

So I’m done with the running

I’m done with these chains
Lord, here I surrender
For all of my days

I just want to praise You, God
I just want to praise You, God

You are my mercy

You are my hope

You are the song

That my soul can’t withhold

At home in Your presence
What will I behold?

A greater reward than
Streets made of gold

Between us just heaven
At last face to face
Will I hear ‘well done’?

I just want to please You, God
I just want to please You, God

Мы всегда были приверженцами строительства поместной церкви, и мы убеждены, что часть нашего предназначения — быть примером страстного и искреннего поклонения нашему Господу Иисусу Христу для поместных церквей по всему миру.