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scrapbook of the chest (you are my savior)
a man remembers the day, God opened his scrapbook
tells his story
how he was alive back in a.d. 33
and how Jesus looked in to his mess, but saw something else
and became his savior
"as you opened, repaired, and filled, the scrapbook of the chest
I watched as it seemed like you were walking on eggshells
but yet, you marched forward
I watched, just as everyone else did,
as you walked with softness, yet force
it's odd, as I think back to that day
I felt numb, almost as if I could do nothing
eventhough passion flowed through my veins
but my body couldn't move, my mouth couldn't even say, NO! Stop!
it was almost as if you had said something, but I couldn't hear with my ears
but heart was receptive, wouldn't tell my mind
as my body followed heart, oh irony
(if I'd known then what I know now, I would have...)
no, I can't say or think that, I could barely believe my eyes
and even so, I now know, it had to be so
as they crucified you,
I saw just how evil man can be,
but no, with your grace I felt
man knows not what they are doing
even there, I felt your grace
as one by one walked by,
as few tears were shed, but so much blood
"Is this really the son of God!?"
"then take yourself down!"
but in bloodwritten letters, seen in my soul
here is the king of all kings
Jesus the Christ, Son of God
there was no show of force,
only the finest demonstration of love one can not truly fathom
but it was seen right before me,
even now, those who were not there, feel it,
see it in their souls, feel it in their hearts
that so long ago, the sacrifice was made
I was ready to walk away, there was only so much I could take
as I felt guilty, I couldn't stand and watch
tears rolled down my face, I felt worthless
but even then, I felt something else,
a sea of peace within my being
it arose, and I could feel your grace in my tears,
what I closed, never to be opened again
you peacefully reopened, scrapbook of memories
I closed it with pain, you renewed it with mercy
my heart, I never thought I'd feel this way
scrapbook of the chest, you looked at the mess
at the windows of the soul, stained with discontent
looked through it all and saw something else
I didn't believe it myself, but through your love
I became a believer with your help
and hope returned through a door only you could open
as a bird's sweet docile lulaby, fails to compare to the peace I now feel
as you looked at the mess, but saw something else,
as something happened, so long ago, but I know for myself
that you're my savior...."
fastforward to now
there are those who still doubt
but I can't deny what I feel
that while I didn't see
while I couldn't be there
my soul, my soul, still feels,
your love, your grace, your peace, your ways
your magnificent warmth
as I turn, and I can't see your face
I still know, my heart still knows
you are my savior
a man remembers the day, God opened his scrapbook
tells his story
how he was alive back in a.d. 33
and how Jesus looked in to his mess, but saw something else
and became his savior
"as you opened, repaired, and filled, the scrapbook of the chest
I watched as it seemed like you were walking on eggshells
but yet, you marched forward
I watched, just as everyone else did,
as you walked with softness, yet force
it's odd, as I think back to that day
I felt numb, almost as if I could do nothing
eventhough passion flowed through my veins
but my body couldn't move, my mouth couldn't even say, NO! Stop!
it was almost as if you had said something, but I couldn't hear with my ears
but heart was receptive, wouldn't tell my mind
as my body followed heart, oh irony
(if I'd known then what I know now, I would have...)
no, I can't say or think that, I could barely believe my eyes
and even so, I now know, it had to be so
as they crucified you,
I saw just how evil man can be,
but no, with your grace I felt
man knows not what they are doing
even there, I felt your grace
as one by one walked by,
as few tears were shed, but so much blood
"Is this really the son of God!?"
"then take yourself down!"
but in bloodwritten letters, seen in my soul
here is the king of all kings
Jesus the Christ, Son of God
there was no show of force,
only the finest demonstration of love one can not truly fathom
but it was seen right before me,
even now, those who were not there, feel it,
see it in their souls, feel it in their hearts
that so long ago, the sacrifice was made
I was ready to walk away, there was only so much I could take
as I felt guilty, I couldn't stand and watch
tears rolled down my face, I felt worthless
but even then, I felt something else,
a sea of peace within my being
it arose, and I could feel your grace in my tears,
what I closed, never to be opened again
you peacefully reopened, scrapbook of memories
I closed it with pain, you renewed it with mercy
my heart, I never thought I'd feel this way
scrapbook of the chest, you looked at the mess
at the windows of the soul, stained with discontent
looked through it all and saw something else
I didn't believe it myself, but through your love
I became a believer with your help
and hope returned through a door only you could open
as a bird's sweet docile lulaby, fails to compare to the peace I now feel
as you looked at the mess, but saw something else,
as something happened, so long ago, but I know for myself
that you're my savior...."
fastforward to now
there are those who still doubt
but I can't deny what I feel
that while I didn't see
while I couldn't be there
my soul, my soul, still feels,
your love, your grace, your peace, your ways
your magnificent warmth
as I turn, and I can't see your face
I still know, my heart still knows
you are my savior