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LEAN ON YOU

Original lyrics by Stan C. Countz

VERSE 1
From the top of my head to the tip of my tongue
You are familiar with all of my ways
From the rising of the sun to the time it goes down
May your name be forever praised

VERSE 2
Into this evil world you came
Healing the sick and the lame
This world will never be the same
Praise your name

CHORUS
You are the Way, the truth and the life; you were a willing sacrifice
It seems to me the least I can do is to reach out and give you my life
You are ever faithful and true but I could never say the same for me
I’ve been hateful, mean and rude but I’m so grateful I can lean on you
I’m so grateful I can lean on you

BRIDGE
You didn’t do it out of duty
It seems to me you got a raw deal
My ashes for your beauty
At your feet I will kneel
It could’t be for real

CHORUS

OUTRO
What do we have that you could possibly need?
What could we do that you didn’t already do?
What we’ve done for the least of these
We’ve done unto you
Don’t you know it’s true?
What we’ve done for the least of these
We’ve done unto you

CHORUS

MORE FAITH THAN I POSSESS

Lyrics by Stan C. Countz

Take a look all around you
Are you too blind to see?
His handiwork surrounds you
Observe the earth, the sky and sea

Can a painting of vast beauty paint itself?
Can fallow ground plant and till itself?
Can a building plan and build itself?
Then how can man create himself?

It takes more faith than I possess
To place my faith in randomness
Or in a theory or educated guess
Or a well-meant hypothesis

Since when does order come from chaos?
Let’s use the brain our creator gave us
For greater is He who is in us
Than he that is in the world…

To believe that life just happened
Is more than simple, it’s absurd
To believe we came from nothin’
A miracle must have occurred

And we don’t believe in miracles now do we?
Look around you. Are you too blind to see
His handiwork surrounds you
Observe the earth, the sky and sea

I’ll be a monkey’s uncle; you have more faith than I
Even Simon and Garfunkel must have finally realized
That no man is a rock or an island to himself
That grounds and fields can’t plant and till themselves
That buildings and people can’t plan and build themselves
So deliver us from evil and save us from ourselves