James at Home

  As a tribe assembles to celebrate and rejoice So, my heart treasures these times Yet I strongly agree to be thankful I also agree that my life is not my own So, I wait for a time to sing So, I wait for a moment that truly matters I sing of His love for me I sing of this tune That he gave me life is wonderful That he made me to sing is joyful That he died that I could be free is my delight That my face be found in his radiance and King Jesus be in me Oh, the joy of being free to worship thee Thank you, Lord for all you do and say to me But most of all thank you for being my Lord.

As I ask my Lord to come he offers me his heart So running away from him isn’t wise But my heart knows only sin So coming away for a bit, I see him reaching out to me Yet I wander, he brings me close Yet I fall, he lifts my head up to see I’m loved And as I shelter in his wing As I carry my cross to him who sing So I wait in the blaze of fire that is intimate So I wait in the place where I submit To him be the glory To him be the praise To him be sovereign reign