THE GREAT OUTDOORS!
Lord, I worship you.
And all you are and all you do
Lord, I worship you.
Lord, I sing your praise.
Lord, I sing your praise.
You're wonderful in all your ways.
Lord, I sing your praise.
CHORUS
I will lift my voice, with my hands up to the sky
And the world will know, the one they crucified
He is risen and alive, he is risen and alive
And I worship you.
Lord, you shed your blood
Lord, you shed your blood
The awesome sacrifice of love,
Lord, you shed your blood
CHORUS
Holy God, Holy God, Lord we worship y
Most Of The Time
most of the time
i`m too focused all around
most of the time
i can keep both feet on the ground
i can follow the path
i can read the sign
i can stay right with it
as the road unwinds
i can handle whatever
i stumble upon
i don`t even notice that she`s gone
most of the time
most of the time
it`s well understood
most of the time
i wouldn`t change it if i could
i could make it all match up
i can hold my own?
i could deal with the situation
right down to the bone
i could survive
i can endure
and i don`t even think
`bout her
most of the time
most of the time
my head is on straight
most of the time
i`m strong enough not to hate
i don`t build up illusion until it makes me sick
i ain`t afraid of confusion no matter how thick
i can smile in the face of mankind
i don`t even remember how her lips felt on mine
most of the time
most of the time
she ain`t even in my mind
would i know her if i saw her
she`s that far behind
most of the time i can`t even be sure
if she was ever with me or if i was ever with her
most of the time i`m halfways content
most of the time i know exactly where it all went
i would cheat on myself
i don`t run and hide
i won`t hide from the feelings
that i buried inside
i don`t compromise
and i don`t pretend
and i don`t even care
if i ever see her again
most of the time
Written By Bob Dylan