You can sing all you want to
sing all you want too…
and that sounds nice
but you may never know the price
of my worship.
When I fall down face to the ground
pounding the floor cause I know…
don’t judge me.
Don’t be another Pharisee
for Jesus to write in the sand for you to see
Don’t ACT like you never committed adultery.
You might not have lied with woman or a man
but you lied.
You stole, you killed with your crimes.
so don’t point those four filthy fingers at yourself.
I didn’t ask for your help
to know that I’m not perfect.
You clearly don’t know the price of my worship.
But let me cast you a shilling if your willing.
He who has an ear to hear
I’ll speak up so I’m loud and clear.
I was lost, like the value of a penny
when Christ came and found me
slaughter bound running round in circles
sickle primed to my chaff
I can’t give a dime for every time
I went and spat in His guitar case.
He was on my corner playing His soulful hits
not asking for a tip
but just that I would listen.
that was until I dropped a bub
receiving with gladness His love
with a stony soiled heart
popping my collar cause
pride won’t let me give Him the whole dollar.
You still wanna act like you know me?
you wanna know the cost of worship from one who’s unworthy?
I tried my best, you know,
But ten percent, that was a no no.
I couldn’t find a reasonable service
because my living sacrifice felt too worthless
That’s when He imposed a fine
that totally blew my mind.
He told me the cost of a slave.
Because i don’t behave
I earned my wage; death
but he spared no time nor breath
so say why I’m saved.
He looked at my debt, and said it’s already been paid.
I was at my world’s end
smaller than a hobbit at bag’s end
bare feet, walking in the naked truth
ten cents, five cents all i’ve spent
fitlthy rags were all they meant
cause I could never buy my freedom.
So I asked Him what gift could ever be worth this
because all i’ve given is worthless
He smiled, said I could never pay him back,
but it’s always free to worship…
So when you see me
screaming lungs screeching hands swinging in the air
DONT YOU DARE
Don’t ascribe any price to my worship with your filthy scales
because My God said it’s free.
whoever the son has set free, is free indeed.
whatever anyone else says,