The Northwood
I faced the power of sin of my own.
I did not know of the place I could go,
where I could find a way to heal my wounded soul.
He said that I could come into His presence without fear,
into the holy place where His mercy hoovers near.
I'm running, I'm running, I'm running to the mercy seat
where Jesus is calling.
His grace will be my covering,
His blood will flow freely, it will provide my healing.
I'm running to the mercy seat.
Are you living where hope has not been?
Lost in the curse of a lifetim
How High the Moon
I am what I am - I am my own special creation.
So come take a look, give me the hook or the ovation.
It’s my world
That I want to have a little pride in - my word,
And it’s not a place I have to hide in
Life’s not worth a damn, ‘til you can say:
„I am what I am"
I am what I am, I don’t want praise
I don’t want pity - I bang my own drum,
some think it’s noise, I think it’s pretty.
And so what if I love each feather and each spangle,
Why not try and see things from a diff’rent angel?
Your life is a sham, ‘til you can shout out:
„I am what I am"
I am what I am and what I am needs no excuses
I deal my own deck - sometimes the ace, sometimes the deuces.
It’s one life and there’s no return and no deposit:
One life, so it’s time to open up your closet.
Life’s not worth a damn ‘til you can shout out:
„I am what I am"
I am what I am, am what I am needs no excuses.
I deal my own deck - sometimes the ace, sometimes the deuces.
It’s one life, and there’s no return and no deposit:
One life, so it’s time to open up your closet:
Life’s not worth a damn ‘til you can shout out:
„I am what I am"
I am, I am, I am useful, I am, I am, I am, I am true.
I am, I am somebody. I am a good and new. Yes I am what I am!