"Every New Day"When I was young, the smallest trick of light,Could catch my eye,Then life was new and every new day,I thought that I could fly.I believed in what I hoped for,And I hoped for things unseen,I had wings and dreams could soar,I just don't feel like flying anymore.When the stars threw down their spears,Watered Heaven with their tears,Before words were spoken,Before eternity.Dear Father, I need you,Your strength my heart to mend.I want to fly higher,Every new day again.When I was small, the furthest I could reach,Was not so high,Then I thought the world was so much smaller,Feeling that I could fly.Through distant deeps and skies,Behind infinity,Below the face of Heaven,He stoops to create me.Dear Father, I need you,Your strength my heart to mend.I want to fly higher,Every new day again.Man versus himself.Man versus machine.Man versus the world.Mankind versus me.The struggles go on,The wisdom I lack,The burdens keep pillingUp on my back.So hard to breathe,To take the next step.The mountain is high,I wait in the depths.Yearning for grace,And hoping for peace.Dear God...Increase.Healing hands of God have mercy on our unclean souls once again.Jesus Christ, light of the world burning bright within our hearts forever.Freedom means love without condition,without a beginning or an end.Here's my heart, let it be forever Your's,Only You can make every new day seem so new."On Distant Shores"I have been scarred so deep by life and cold despair,and brittle bones were broken far beyond repair.I have leveled lies so deep, the truth may never find.And inside my faithless heart, I stole things never mine.If mercy falls upon the broken and the poor,Dear Father, I will see you, there on distant shores.I have toiled for countless years and ever felt the cost,and I've been burned by this world's cold,like leaves beneath the frost.On my knees I've crawled to You, bleeding myself dry.But the price of life is more, than I could ever buy.If mercy falls upon the broken and the poor,Dear Father, I will see you, there on distant shores.And off of the blocks,I was headstrong and proud,at the front of the line for the card-carrying, highbrowed.With both eyes fastened tight,yet unscarred from the fight.Running at full tilt, my sword pulled from its hilt.It's funny how these things can slip away,our frail deeds, the last will wave good-bye.It's funny how the hope will bleed away,the citadels we build and fortify. Good-Bye.Night came and I broke my stride,I swallowed hard, but never cried.When grace was easy to forget,I'd denounce the hypocrites,casting first stones, killing my own.You would unscale my blind eyes,and I stood battered, but more wise,fighting to accelerate,shaking free from crippling weight.With resilience unsurpassed,I clawed my way to You at last.And on my knees, I wept at Your feet,I finally believed, that You still loved me.Healing hands of God have mercy on our unclean souls once again.Jesus Christ, Light of the World,burning bright within our hearts forever.Freedom means love without condition,without beginning or an end.Here's my heart, let it be forever Yours,only You can make every new day seem so new.