100 Days of Good CCM Lyrics

Day Three - Again, in no particular order. This one has been used in worship, so 'twould be an example of a song that works on both sides. In His Grip, joshua

Knowing You (All I Once Held Dear)
Graham Kendrick © 1993 Make Way Music

All I once held dear, built my life upon
All this world reveres and wars to own;
All I once thought gain I have counted loss,
Spent and worthless now compared to this.

Knowing You, Jesus, knowing You, there is no greater thing,
You’re my all, You’re the best, You’re my joy, my righteousness,
And I love You, Lord.

Now my heart’s desire is to know You more,
To be found in You and know as Yours,
To possess by faith what I could not earn
All surpassing gift of righteousness.

Knowing You, Jesus, knowing You, there is no greater thing,
You’re my all, You’re the best, You’re my joy, my righteousness,
And I love You, Lord.

O, to know the power of Your risen life,
And to know You in Your sufferings;
To become like You in Your death, my Lord,
So with You to live and never die.

Knowing You, Jesus, knowing You, there is no greater thing,
You’re my all, You’re the best, You’re my joy, my righteousness,
And I love You, Lord.

Found on the Various Artist project The British Worship Collection
© 1995 Kingway’s Thank You Music

 

Day Four - Posting this ahead of time, because I'm leaving town to lead worship at a church in Pampa, TX tomorrow. Our band will be leading for a youth event on Saturday, and would appreciate your prayers as we worship and share the gospel with these youth. Thanks so much! In His Grip, joshua

Nothing Left of Me
Joel Engle and Jeffrey B. Scott (C) 2001 Spin Three-Sixty Music

Your sacrifice is brokenness, a heart that’s full of tenderness,
Come and break me, Lord.
To seek You in Your righteousness to find You in holiness,
Come and take me Lord.

That I could learn to trust You, in every way to love You.

Strip away all that remains for Your glory and Your name,
‘Til there’s nothing left of me.
Burn the kingdoms I have made that You would shine and I would fade,
‘Til there’s nothing left of me.
‘Til there’s nothing left of me.

Your Spirit is the only One that can conform me to Your Son,
Let Him move in me.
Your grace is written deep in me, You’ve signed my heart to purity
With Your holy blood.

That I could learn to trust You, in every way to love You.

Strip away all that remains for Your glory and Your name,
‘Til there’s nothing left of me.
Burn the kingdoms I have made that You would shine and I would fade,
‘Til there’s nothing left of me.
‘Til there’s nothing left of me.

Found on Joel Engle's project Nothing Left of Me
(C) 2001 Spin Three-Sixty Music

 

Day Five - Another one that I've heard used in both CCM and Sunday worship circles. In His Grip, joshua

Serve Hymn
Andrew Peterson (C) 2003 New Spring Publishing, Inc.

High this mountain, broad this sea
Still, my sin ran deeper;
Grave offense my soul did wreak
Against creation's Keeper.
But I see what power so fell and fair
Has stayed His holy justice;
God Himself all Hell did bear,
How great His love for us is.

O serve Him, O serve Him,
He who brings the morning.
O serve Him, only serve Him,
He who brings the morning.

Every hour is a precious boon,
Every breath is a mercy;
Every glimpse of yonder moon,
A balm upon this journey.
How vast the heavens above this place!
So small beneath His glory;
Still He stooped and showed His face,
And poured His mercy o'er me.

Jesus, our Messiah King,
For those who don't deserve Him,
Conquered death, all life to bring
So seek Hes face and serve Him...

O serve Him, O serve Him,
He who brings the morning.
O serve Him, only serve Him,
He who brings the morning.

Sing, O sing,
Praise His name forever!
O praise Him, O praise Him,
Praise His name forever!

Found on Andrew Peterson's project Love and Thunder
(C) 2003 Essential Records

 

Day Six - And now, a song that is used often at Christmas, although it's connotations have bearing all year long. In His Grip, joshua

Welcome to Our World
Chris Rice (C) 1995 Clumsy Fly Music

Tears are falling, hearts are breaking;
How we need to hear from God.
You've been promised, we've been waiting,
Welcome, holy Child, welcome, holy Child.

Hope that you don't mind our manger,
How I wish we would have known.
But long-awaited holy Stranger,
Make Yourself at home, please make Yourself at home.

Bring Your peace into our violence,
Bid our hungry souls be filled.
Word now breaking heaven's silence,
Welcome to our world, welcome to our world.

Fragile finger sent to heal us,
Tender brow prepared for thorn,
Tiny heart whose blood will save us,
Unto us is born, unto us is born.

So wrap our injured flesh You,
Breathe our air and walk our sod.
Rob our sin and make us holy,
Perfect Son of God, perfect Son of God.
Welcome to our world.

Found on Chris Rice's project Deep Enough to Dream
(C) 1995 Rocketown Records

 

Day Seven

Audience of One
Mike Weaver (C) 2001 Open Worship Music, Inc.

I come on my knees, to lay down before You;
Bringing all that I am, longing only to know You.
Seeking Your face, and not only Your hand,
I find You embracing me, just as I am.

And I lift these songs to You and You alone
Lord, I sing to You, in my praises make Your home!

To my audience of One, You are Father and You are Son,
As Your Spirit flows free, let it find within me
A heart that beats to praise You!
And now just to know You more, has become my great reward,
To see Your kingdom come, and Your will be done,
I only desire to be Yours, Lord.

So what could I bring, to honor Your majesty? What song could I sing to impress the heart of royalty?
When all that I have, is the life that You've given me,
So Lord let me live for You, this song with humility.

And Lord as the love song of my life is played,
I have one desire to bring glory to Your name!

To my audience of One, You are Father and You are Son,
As Your Spirit flows free, let it find within me
A heart that beats to praise You!
And now just to know You more, has become my great reward,
To see Your kingdom come, and Your will be done,
I only desire to be Yours, Lord.

Found on Big Daddy Weave's project One and Only
(C) 2002 Fervant Records

 

Day Eight - I love this song! The first time I heard it, I was caught up in the story... after that, it quickly became one of my favorites. In His Grip, joshua

The End of the Beginning
David Phelps (C) 2001 Soulwriter Music

I was taking a trip on a plane the other day just wishin that I could get out,
When the man next to me saw the book in my hand and asked me what it was about.
So I settled back in my seat.
"A best-seller," I said, "a history and mystery in one."
Then I opened up the book and began to read from Matthew, Mark, Luke and John.

He was born of a virgin one holy night in the little town of Bethlehem.
Angels gathered 'round Him underneath the stars singing "Praises to the great I AM!
He walked on the water, healed the lame, and made the blind to see again,
And for the first time here on earth, we learned that God could be a friend.
And though He never, ever did a single thing wrong, the angry crowd chose Him,
And then He walked down the road and died on the cross, and that was the end of the beginning.

"That's not a new book, that's a Bible," he said, "and I've heard it all before.
I've tried religion, it's shame and guilt, and I don't need it anymore.
It's superstition, made-up tales, just to help the weak to survive."
"Let me read it again," I said, "listen closely. This is gonna change your life!"

He was born of a virgin one holy night in the little town of Bethlehem.
Angels gathered 'round Him underneath the stars singing "Praises to the great I AM!
He walked on the water, healed the lame, and made the blind to see again,
And for the first time here on earth, we learned that God could be a friend.
And though He never, ever did a single thing wrong, the angry crowd chose Him,
And then He walked down the road and died on the cross, and that was the end of the beginning.

"The end of the beginning," he said with a smile, "what more could there be, He's dead.
You said they hung Him, put nails in His hands, and a crown of thorns on His head."
I said, "I'll read it again, but this time there's more, I believe that this is true.
His death wasn't the end, but the beginning of life that's completed in you.
Don't you see He did all this for you?"

He was born of a virgin one holy night in the little town of Bethlehem.
Angels gathered 'round Him underneath the stars singing "Praises to the great I AM!
He walked on the water, healed the lame, and made the blind to see again,
And for the first time here on earth, we learned that God could be a friend.
And though He never, ever did a single thing wrong, He was the one the crowd chose,
And then He walked... and He died...
But three days later, three days later, three days later... He rose!
Three days later, he arose!

You see, He came, He lived, and He died,
But that was the end of the beginning.

Found on David Phelps' project David Phelps
(C) 2001 Spring Hill Music Group

 

Day Nine - Ginny is one of my favorite artists. Most of her songs really move me. In His Grip, joshua

I Am Nothing
Ginny Owens (C) 1998 BMG Songs, Inc.

I could travel over oceans, cross the deserts, climb the mountains
Just to share Your story, bring You glory, and win souls for You.
I could sing like an angel, songs so humble and so thankful
Full of drama and emotion, so the world would know Your truth.
I could give away my money and my clothes and my food
To restore those people who are poor, lost, and down-and-out.
Oh, I could succeed at all these things,
Find favor with peasants and kings,
But if I do not love, I am nothing.

I could live a flawless life, never cheat or steal or lie,
And always speak so kindly, smile so warmly, and go about doing good.
I could dedicate myself to do what everyone else wants me to-
Listen to them, compliment them, say the things I should.
I could show up every Sunday, lead the Choir and Bible Study
And they all might come to know me as a leader and a friend.
Oh, I could achieve success on Earth, but success cannot define my worth
And all these actions, all these words, will not matter in the end-

'Cause songs will fade to silence, stories, they will cease.
The dust will settle, covering all my selfless deeds.
So as I strive to serve You, won't You make it clear to me,
If I do not love, I am nothing.

If I cannot live my life loving my brother,
Then how can I love the One who lived His life for me?

Sent to Earth from Heaven, humble Servant, holy King,
Come to share a story, get no glory, and save my searching soul.
You knew that I'd deny You, crucify You, but nothing could stop You from
Living for me, dying for me, so that I would know-

That songs will fade to silence, stories they will cease,
The dust will settle covering all these selfless deeds.
But Your life here has made it clear enough for me to see
That if I do not love, I am nothing.
If I do not love, I am nothing.

Found on Ginny Owens' project Without Condition
(C) 1998 Rocketown Records

 

You're very welcome, Dale. Between this and the "Origins" thread, I didn't know anyone was still reading! Blessings!

In His Grip,
joshua

 

Day Ten - Again, from one of my favorite artists. In His Grip, joshua

Live By Faith
Chris Rice and Scott MacLeod (C) 1994 BMG Songs, Inc.

I can’t feel You movin’ inside, I don’t hear Your voice whisperin’ in the night,
And I’ve never seen You with these eyes.
Am I a fool, am I just a fool?
They ask how I follow what I can’t see;
Why I trust in a love that my arms won’t reach.
I don’t need You, don’t need You, to prove it to me.
I’ll be a fool, yes, I’ll be a fool.

‘Cause blessed are those who have not seen and yet believe.
And blest are the hands that keep givin’ but never receive.
Blest is the heart that gets broken but keeps holdin’ on, holdin’ on for another day.
‘Cause that’s what it means to live by faith.

So I cry for Your help while the world looks on.
And they laugh at my hope when all hope is gone.
But I’ll just keep prayin’ when answers won’t come.
Am I the fool, am I just a fool for standing alone while they mock Your name?
“Well, if your God is so good, tell us why all the pain?”
I’m not sure, not so sure that God is to blame, so don’t be a fool,
Please don’t be a fool.

‘Cause blessed are those who have not seen and yet believe.
And blest are the hands that keep givin’ but never receive.
Blest is the heart that gets broken but keeps holdin’ on, holdin’ on for another day.
‘Cause that’s what it means to live

In a world where our questions are haunted ‘cause life’s not as fair as we all wanted,
Where the innocent die, we ask why.
And still we await the reply.

‘Cause blessed are those who have not seen and yet believe.
And blest are the hands that keep givin’ but never receive.
Blest is the heart that gets broken but keeps holdin’ on, holdin’ on for another day.
‘Cause that’s what it means to live by faith.

Found on Chris Rice's project Past the Edges
(C) 1997 Rocketown Records