Lyrics: I Still Need Him

I’m Listening for the Call

Mark Bishop Possum Run Music/BMI • Chris White Music/BMI • Asheville Music Publishing/BMI

When I was a little boy, I heard about the last days
Some morning when the Lord will come again
I remember how the Saints of Old sang about his coming
Guess I didn’t think that much about it then

Soon the years took me far away and church became a memory
I lived my life believing they were wrong
But everyday I live I see those prophesies fulfilling
By the signs of the times, I believe it won’t be long

In the east, on a cloud
He’ll be coming for his children
And the monuments of sin will surely fall
I can see by the word that the day is drawing nearer
I’m not looking for the signs anymore
I’m listening for the call

Take a look in the Bible and you’ll read of war and famine
You’ll read about when men will fall away
Two thousand years ago upon the pages that was written
But I’m telling you it sounds just like today

In the east, on a cloud
He’ll be coming for his children
And the monuments of sin will surely fall
I can see by the word that the day is drawing nearer
I’m not looking for the signs anymore
I’m listening for the call

I can see by the word that the day is drawing nearer
I’m not looking for the signs anymore
I’m listening for the call

 

God Builds Churches with Broken People

Mark Bishop Possum Run Music/BMI • Chris White Music/BMI • Asheville Music Publishing/BMI

Searching through the ashes of the person that I was
When devastation came, I found, my strength was not enough
A light stood shining on a hill, through tears my eyes could see
Upon the path I saw that there were others just like me
Broken vessels, just like me

Oh but God builds churches
With broken people
With hurting people
With searching people
And somehow these imperfect people
Find strength to make it through
And the broken become brand new

They have come from everywhere, from every walk of life
Each one beneath the traveler’s load of pain or guilt or strife
They have come to see His face and in His light they bow
With shattered dreams and broken hearts, yet with His hands, somehow
With loving hands somehow

God builds churches with broken people
With hurting people
With searching people
And somehow these imperfect people
Find strength to make it through
And the broken become brand new

God builds churches with broken people
With hurting people
With searching people
And somehow these imperfect people
Find strength to make it through
And the broken become brand new
And the broken become brand new

 

Job’s Wife

Mark Bishop Possum Run Music/BMI • Chris White Music/BMI • Asheville Music Publishing/BMI

She had a good man, with livestock and good land
God gave them daughters and sons
They worked everyday, never failing to pray and to
Thank God for all He had done

Job was renowned for the faith he had found and
His wife stood strong at his side
For years she adored him but now she cried for him
As their faith was tested and tried

Long nights she lay weeping, it seemed God was heaping
More suffering than they could bear
The workers and the farm, and the children all gone
So broken, she no longer cared

Job could find no relief
She watched his pain and grief
All he’d lost, she had lost too
She said “Just curse God and die,” fell to her knees and cried
There was nothing else she could do

Just say a prayer
A prayer for Job’s wife
But by the Grace of God
Such heartache could enter your life
Don’t judge her too harshly
till you’ve known her strife
Just say a prayer
Thank God you’re not there
With the care of Job’s wife

Just say a prayer
A prayer for Job’s wife
But by the Grace of God
Such heartache could enter your life
Don’t judge her too harshly
till you’ve known her strife
Just say a prayer
Thank God you’re not there
With the care of Job’s wife

Oh just say a prayer
Thank God you’re not there
With the care of Job’s wife

My Name Is Jesus

Mark Bishop Possum Run Music/BMI • Chris White Music/BMI • Asheville Music Publishing/BMI

My name is Matthew
You might have seen me
Preaching and singing on these dusty streets
Just one of many who were following Jesus
We were all witness to miraculous feats

Maybe you just heard last week they took Him
On Friday my Lord was hung on a cross
It’s been three days now and I feel so empty
It’s Sunday morning and I feel so lost

My name is Mary
My heart is heavy
I’ve cried so much, I can’t cry anymore
How could this happen? He was so gentle
I’ve never met a man like Him before

How I adored Him how I believed Him
Such a sweet peace when He walked in the room
I washed his feet, oh but lately I can’t sleep
It’s Sunday morning, think I’ll visit His tomb

My name is Peter
Maybe they told you
I had denied Him I’m sorry it’s true
He knew my weakness still He forgave me
I stood up to the soldiers, there were only a few

But I felt His hand come to rest on my shoulder
He lowered my sword
“Is this what I’ve taught?”
That’s when they took Him; later they beat Him
It’s Sunday morning; I wish now I’d fought

I am a soldier
I am a Roman
I saw the wound in His side, cut so deep
I have been stationed all night at his graveside
But it’s Sunday morning, and I fell asleep

There in the darkness the earth shook and trembled
The tomb was found empty the stone rolled away
Mary left weeping on the path was a stranger
In the first light of Sunday, she asked Him His name
She asked Him His name

“My name is Jesus!”

He said “my name is Jesus and I have returned
from the grave in fulfillment of my Father’s plan
I marched into hell, past the gates of that Kingdom
And I have returned with the keys in my hand
I am the son of God
I’m the redeemer
I’m the great shepherd and I am the Lamb
I was the crucified sacrifice Friday night
But it’s Sunday morning and I am alive!

My name is Jesus! (Tell all the world He’s alive, He’s alive!)
Tell all the world He’s alive, He’s alive!
My name is Jesus! (Tell all the world He’s alive, He’s alive!)
Tell all the world he’s alive, he’s alive!
My name is Jesus! (Tell all the world He’s alive, He’s alive!)
Tell all the world He’s alive, He’s alive!
My name is Jesus! (Tell all the world He’s alive, He’s alive!)
Tell all the world He’s alive, He’s alive!
My name is Jesus! (Tell all the world He’s alive, He’s alive!)
Tell all the world He’s alive, He’s alive!
My name is Jesus!

Are You Going Where I’m Going

Mark Bishop Possum Run Music/BMI • Chris White Music/BMI • Asheville Music Publishing/BMI

God gave John a vision a city coming down
There was no more night no more sorrow to be found
John beheld the gates of pearl he saw the jasper walls
His mind could hardly take it in
His eyes could hardly see it all

If you’re going where I’m going
One day we’ll be strolling down heaven’s golden avenue
If you’re going where I’m going
A river will be flowin’ and angels singing glory to His name

John beheld a great throne he couldn’t see God’s face
But every fear he ever had just disappeared without a trace
A tree of life before him a brand new robe and crown
He couldn’t wait to tell it
No, he couldn’t wait to write it down

If you’re going where I’m going
One day we’ll be strolling down Heaven’s golden avenue
If you’re going where I’m going
A river will be flowin’ and angels singing glory to His name

There’s an old-time preacher a Bible in his hand
He tells the congregation all about a better land

Are you going where I’m going?
John saw walls of jasper
John saw streets of gold
One day we’ll be strolling down Heaven’s golden avenue
John saw amazing things, the half of which has not been told

If you’re going where I’m going
John saw walls of jasper
John saw streets of gold
A river will be flowin’ and angels singing glory to his name
John saw amazing things, the half of which has not been told

Are you going where I’m going?
(John saw a holy city coming down)
One day we’ll be strolling down Heaven’s golden avenue
If you’re going where I’m going
(John saw the angels heard a brand new song)
A river will be flowin’ and angels singing glory to His name
And angels singing glory to His name
(Eyes have never seen)
And angels singing glory to his name
(Ears have never heard)
And angels singing glory to his name
(To His name)

I Still Need Him

Mark Bishop Possum Run Music/BMI • Chris White Music/BMI • Asheville Music Publishing/BMI

There’s a whisper in the autumn breeze and I can hear it say
I still need Him; I still need Him
It’s a voice that lives inside my heart, reminds me everyday
I still need Him; I still need Him

When I’m standing on the mountain, even then I realize
I still need Him; I still need Him
I may be smiling on the outside, oh but look into my eyes
I still need Him; I still need Him

Thank you Lord for saving me, and for the cross at Calvary
a sacrifice for everyone to see
In agony with every breath, yet even on the verge of death
I needed Jesus more than He needed me
When I think about my journey, and the miles still yet to go
I still need Him yes I still need Him

There are good days and there are bad days, oh but every day I find
I still need Him; I still need Him
I may not be like the lame man, may not be like the blind, but
I still need Him; I still need Him

When I’m high upon the mountain, or in the valley low
I still need Him; I still need Him
I don’t know what waits around the bend, but I know he’s in control
I still need Him; I still need Him

Thank you Lord for saving me, and for the cross at Calvary
a sacrifice for everyone to see
In agony with every breath, yet even on the verge of death
I needed Jesus more than He needed me
When I think about my journey, and the miles still yet to go
I still need Him; I still need Him

Oh I still need Him; I still need Him
I still need him

 

It’s My Turn

Mark Bishop Possum Run Music/BMI • Chris White Music/BMI • Asheville Music Publishing/BMI

They rushed in to the prodigal’s father
Said “We have seen him
He’s walking this way
Should we stop him?
Tell him he is not welcome?”
But the father pushed through them
they heard him say

No, it’s my turn to stand at the gate
see the look on his face at last hold him close
It’s my turn to wrap him in love
hand him new garments it’s my turn
to welcome him home

The word doesn’t give clues to the story
who may have died first, the father or son
If the son left and found himself waiting
In heaven recalling the love he was shown

Then one day they’d bring him the message
They’d say “We have seen him walking this way
Soon your father will be greeted by angels.”
But the son pushed right through them, and they heard him say

No, it’s my turn to stand at the gate
see the look on his face at last hold him close
It’s my turn to wrap him in love
hand him new garments it’s my turn
to welcome him home

Some day I’ll open my eyes in heaven!
On that day someone will say

No, it’s my turn to stand at the gate
see the look on his face at last hold him close
It’s my turn to wrap him in love
hand him new garments it’s my turn
to welcome him home

It’s my turn to welcome him home
It’s my turn to welcome him home

Your Easter Sunday Is on It’s Way

Mark Bishop Possum Run Music/BMI • Chris White Music/BMI • Asheville Music Publishing/BMI

I’ve been right where you are
I know all about the pain and the scars
And yes, I listen when you pray
My heart is touched by every word you say
For I remember how the tears flowed
Oh their memory will never fade
And child, the years have not diminished the promise that I made

Your Easter Sunday is on its way
Though on Friday night it seems a million miles away
And if your Saturday’s in darkness, you’re waiting for the light of day
I’m here to say your Easter Sunday is on its way

That valley seems so low, but in the darkness there’s a light that glows
A tender mercy from above
For when there’s nothing there is still God’s love
And when they tell you there is no hope, well that’s just words that people say
Soon that burden will be lifted and that stone will roll away

Your Easter Sunday is on its way
Though on Friday night it seems a million miles away
And if your Saturday’s in darkness, you’re waiting for the light of day
I’m here to say your Easter Sunday is on its way

Your Easter Sunday is on its way
Though on Friday night it seems a million miles away
And if your Saturday’s in darkness, you’re waiting for the light of day
I’m here to say your Easter Sunday is on its way
I’m here to say your Easter Sunday is on its way

That’s the Sound of a House Being Built on Love

Mark Bishop Possum Run Music/BMI • Chris White Music/BMI • Asheville Music Publishing/BMI

A little boy sits in the church house on an Easter Day
He sees a man called Jesus in a passion play
And when they nail him to the cross, the boy begins to cry
As the hammer rings, the preacher pulls the young boy to his side

(Says…) That’s the sound of a house being built on love
That’s where Grace built the walls and a roof up above
It’s the sound of a nail through the wings of a dove
But that’s the sound of a house being built on love

So the deacons dressed as soldiers with their plastic spears
Tell the story that’s been passed down for two-thousand years
And as the congregation watches from the darkened halls
They listen to the ringing of the hammer as it falls

That’s the sound of a house being built on love
That’s where Grace built the walls and a roof up above
It’s the sound of a nail through the wings of a dove
But that’s the sound of a house being built on love

That’s the sound of a house being built on love
That’s where Grace built the walls and a roof up above
It’s the sound of a nail through the wings of a dove
But that’s the sound of a house being built on love

When He cried “It is finished,” to His Father above
That’s the sound of a house being built on love

One Drop of Blood Became a River

Mark Bishop Possum Run Music/BMI • Chris White Music/BMI • Asheville Music Publishing/BMI

Coarse heavy timbers were dragged down the path
Two rough hewn beams, fastened together by nails and by straps
The birds hushed their singing; from the crowd only jeers
His muscle and sinew glistened in crimson, His eyes moist with tears

He lay looking upward
The angels searched his face
They drove in the nails and the soldiers they lifted the cross into place
No-one really noticed, for it made not a sound
So small as it formed, that first drop of blood when it fell to the ground

But one drop of blood became a river
With power to wash all sins away
There was a miracle no-one could see
The greatest of all, He saved just for me
when one drop of blood became a river

One drop of blood became a river
With power to wash all sins away
There was a miracle no-one could see
The greatest of all, he saved just for me
when one drop of blood became a river

He healed the sick, gave sight to the blind
But his greatest gift to all of mankind
One drop of blood became a river
One drop of blood became a river