Maybe Next Year

I made my way to the western wall,
As the sun went down, I could hear them call for you
And the words I heard in the ancient song
Were the same as the ones I’ve sung so long to you
And when I touched the wall, the veil, it never felt so thin
Cause you are the Rock and the
Cornerstone, You are the temple of flesh and bone
And you are the door and the way back home again

To that city that we long for, that we feel so far away
Where the dawn will drive away our tears
And we’ll meet in the New Jerusalem someday
Maybe next year
Maybe next year

At the western wall I bowed my head,
I knew that every word I read was true
As the prophet spoke from another age,
And the song rose up from the sacred page to You
And I never felt so near, I never felt so far away
But You tore the curtain and shook the
Ground, the saints woke up and they walked around
And resurrection came to town that day

Like in that city that we long for, that we feel so far away
Where the dawn will drive away our tears
And we’ll meet in the New Jerusalem someday
Maybe next year

This is the place where Abraham cut
Lose the boy and he killed the ram instead
And this is the place where Jesus said,
You could tear down the temple and he’d raise it from the dead
You never felt so real, I never felt so close to You
So I’ll weep and dance at the western wall
And sing of the way you’re making all things new
Cause the kingdom’s here, but I know the kingdom’s moving in

So maybe I’ll meet you here next year
In the New Jerusalem, in the New Jerusalem…

In that city that we long for, that we feel so far away
Where the dawn will drive away our tears
And we’ll meet in the New Jerusalem someday
Maybe next year
Maybe next year
Next year in the New Jerusalem
Next year in the New Jerusalem

Next year, next year
Next year in the New Jerusalem
Next year, next year
Next year in the New Jerusalem
Next year, next year

-Andrew Peterson, Ben Shive, and Dave Radford

Is He Worthy?

Do you feel the world is broken?
(We do)
Do you feel the shadows deepen?
(We do)
But do you know that all the dark won’t stop the light from getting through?
(We do)
Do you wish that you could see it all made new?
(We do)

Is all creation groaning?
(It is)
Is a new creation coming?
(It is)
Is the glory of the Lord to be the light within our midst?
(It is)
Is it good that we remind ourselves of this?
(It is)

Is anyone worthy?
Is anyone whole?
Is anyone able to break the seal and open the scroll?
The Lion of Judah who conquered the grave
He is David’s root and the Lamb who died to ransom the slave

Is He worthy? Is He worthy?
Of all blessing and honor and glory
Is He worthy of this?
He is

Does the Father truly love us?
(He does)
Does the Spirit move among us?
(He does)
And does Jesus, our Messiah hold forever those He loves?
(He does)
Does our God intend to dwell again with us?
(He does)

Is anyone worthy?
Is anyone whole?
Is anyone able to break the seal and open the scroll?
The Lion of Judah who conquered the grave
He is David’s root and the Lamb who died to ransom the slave
From every people and tribe
Every nation and tongue
He has made us a kingdom and priests to God
To reign with the Son

Is He worthy? Is He worthy?
Of all blessing and honor and glory
Is He worthy? Is He worthy?
Is He worthy of this?
He is!
Is He worthy? Is He worthy?
He is!
He is!

-Andrew Peterson and Ben Shive

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Lord Remember Me

Who can ascend the hill of the Lord?
The one who utters no untrue word
Whose hands are clean, whose heart is pure.
Who can ascend that hill?

There is none righteous, no not one.
We are prodigal daughters and wayward sons
We don’t know the half of the hurt we’ve done,
The countless we have killed.

Our priests are cheats, our prophets are liars.
We know what law requires
But we pile our sins up higher and higher.
Who can ascend that hill?

And I am a sheep who has gone astray.
I have turned aside to my own way.
Have mercy on me, Son of David

Lord, remember me
When you come
Into your kingdom.

Now hear the voice of the Word made man,
The spotless sacrificial lamb:
“A body you gave me, here I am,
I have come to do your will.”

“And no one takes my life, you see,
I lay it down now, willingly,
And I will draw all men to me
When I ascend that hill.”

On Sunday you came as a king,
On Monday washed the temple clean,
On Tuesday told of what will be,
On Wednesday waited patiently.

On Thursday you said “It is time.
I’ll drink this cup for it is mine.”
On Friday, Lord, you poured the wine.

Like a thief on the cross as he hung there dying
For crimes there weren’t no use denying
While the righteous judge hung right beside him,

How could I not recognize you?
How could I not recognize you?
How could I not recognize
My Lord?

My Lord, remember me
When you come
Into your kingdom.

Just days ago the sky was stone,
The trees were standing stripped to the bone–
you could hear creation groan.

But I write these words on an April day
and the earth is drinking the early rain.
The hills remember green again.

And we’ve heard this story all our lives,
Still we feel the pain of the crucified,
And the end still comes as a surprise.

But before the breath inside the tomb,
Before our joy sprang from the womb,
You saw a day that’s coming soon,

When the Son will stand on the mount again
With an army of angels at his command
And the earth will split like the hull of a seed
Wherever Jesus plants his feet.

And up from the earth the dead will rise
Like spring trees robed in petals of white
All singing the song of the radiant bride.

And we will always be with the Lord.

Lord, remember me
When you come
Into your kingdom.

-Ben Shive, http://www.benshive.com/good-friday-songs/