Swing low
Heath mcneasesong of my life a song worth singing, make the story of my life a book worth reading, make a visible light
on this path Your leading, make angelic melodies circle me while I'm sleeping, fill my life with divine light when I'm reaching, please keep teaching me to keep seeking Thee, and follow all of the prints of the
Prince of Peace, to swallow all of my pride, bleed humility, to smile even in misery, forget the conductor
sucking life out of this bittersweet symphony, make me accept that I can't figure these mysteries, be my
sins not remembered in history please, scatter my many wretched deeds from west to east, and hide my shame
in the shadow of Your blessed wings
Forget me not, Father God swing low
Bring the chariot to carry me home
Forget me not, Father God swing low
Father God swing low, swing low
Forget me not, Father God swing low
Bring the chariot to carry me home
Forget me not, Father God swing low
Forget me not, forget me not
This is the revival of discipleship, the arrival of Christ-like lives to have died to self, we remind
ourselves to die daily, take up our cross, wake up the lost from their daydreams, God make me make them see I don't hate them please, I wanna take them and make them we, my heart bleeds for all to be enthralled in the thought that we will all meet at the Father's feet, those that don't know You think they know us, I
want them to know us, I want them to know love, and know love's not about wrong or right, love is in the
decision to be a living sacrifice, and outright lay down your life without a fight, convinced the afterlife comes after you die, greather love hath no man than this, I'll give you my life, will you give yours to Him?
I'm a sheep who clings to He who brings truth
He who freed me seeks too to free you
A sheep who clings to He who brings truth
He that freed me seeks too to free you