Who I Am - Daniel Spencer

Jesus purchased our salvation from a borrowed grave
Rising up to leave behind the tomb where He was laid
Then He revealed what was concealed and secrets long foretold
Showing His disciples why He came and where He'd go.

It took a forty day long journey to tell ‘em all He had to say
With one question still unanswered as they watched Him go away
An angel came and told them what they'd not understood
Though it seems He’s good and gone He ain't gone for good.

Now we still hear the promise
That's been echoed through the years

It's the source of all we hoped for the faith beyond the fear

It's the reason for believing He's the only one who could
Though it seems He’s good and gone He ain't gone for good.

The mockers and the scoffers say He ain't coming back
But concerning every prophecy He's been right on track
Appearance can be deceiving

If you ain't looking where you should
Though it seems He’s good and gone He ain't gone for good.

Now we still hear the promise
That's been echoed through the years

It's the source of all we hoped for the faith beyond the fear

It's the reason for believing He's the only one who could
Though it seems He’s good and gone He ain't gone for good.

Call me gone I’ll be leaving
He’s the only one who could
Though it seems He’s good and gone He ain't gone for good.

Verse: 1

I'm not a rich man, no diamonds to bring,
I'm not one for saying, I can do anything,
S
ee I'm nothing, nothing but no one I'm one more grain of sand,
Except I've been touched by the Master's strong hand.

Chorus:
Oh I feel the touch of the Master's strong hand,
He's leading me on through this wearisome land,
Footsteps would falter, too wide the gulf to span,
Except for the touch of the Masters' strong hand.

Verse: 2

If you searched for every answer, but you can’t comprehend,
Those old everyday burdens, seem to fall without end,
When in life's room full of empty there you helplessly stand,
Just wait for the touch of the Master's strong hand.

Chorus:
Oh I feel the touch of the Master's strong hand,
He's leading me on through this wearisome land,
Footsteps would falter, too wide the gulf to span,
Except for the touch of the Masters' strong hand.

Tag
Oh I feel the touch of the Master's strong hand.

He staggered in the mission in his drunken condition
Looking for a place to spend the night,
He’s hungry and he's cold,
Just another wayward soul.
Runnin’ from his demons, searching for the light.
He heard the preacher, say do you know Jesus.
He said no, I've never met Him Mister
But I’ve seen his picture.

I've seen his picture, hangin' on my momma's wall,
And I’ve heard her talk to him in that bedroom down the hall.
She told me that He loved me, even showed me in the scriptures.
He said no, I've never met him Mister
Cause I've seen his picture.

By the smell of the whiskey, it was easy to see
He was bound by that bottle in his hand.
And I can still remember that cold night in December
When I walked into that mission,  you see(spoken)  I was that man.
I heard the preacher, say do you know Jesus
I said no, but I want to meet Him Mister
Cause I’ve seen his picture.

I've seen his picture, hangin' on my momma's wall,
And I’ve heard her talk to him in her bedroom down the hall.
She told me that He loved me, even showed me in the scriptures
I said no, but I want to meet Him Mister
Cause I've seen his picture.

Tag
I staggered in the mission in my drunken condition.
Lookin' for a place to spend the night.

A farmer and a teacher, a hooker and a preacher
Ridin' on a midnight bus bound for Mexico
One was headed for vacation, one for higher education
And two of them were searchin' for lost souls
That driver never ever saw the stop sign
An' eighteen wheelers can't stop on a dime

There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway
Why there's not four of them, Heaven only knows
I guess it's not what you take when you leave this world behind you
It's what you leave behind you when you go

That farmer left a harvest, a home and eighty acres
The faith an' love for growin' things in his young son's heart
And that teacher left her wisdom in the minds of lots of children
Did her best to give 'em all a better start
An' that preacher whispered "Can't you see the Promised Land?"
As he laid his blood-stained bible in that hooker's hand

There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway
Why there's not four of them Heaven only knows
I guess it's not what you take when you leave this world behind you
It's what you leave behind you when you go

That's a story that our preacher told last Sunday
As he held that blood-stained bible up for all of us to see
He said "Bless the farmer, and the teacher, an' that preacher,
Who gave this Bible to my mamma, who read it to me"

There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway
Why there's not four of them, now I guess we know
It's not what you take when you leave this world behind you
It's what you leave behind you when you go

There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway...

All my life, I've heard them talk of Heaven
It's a place where loved ones live, while ages roll.
And it's been many, many years, since sins forgiven
And I'm just a little homesick to go.

Yesterday brought tears and made me wonder
If I'd ever walk upon, those streets of gold.
Oh but Lord You gave me strength, I didn't blunder
And I'm just, a little homesick, to go.

Must I wait until the sun, dries up the ocean
Or till the farmer goes to reap, before he's sows.
I set my eyes upon the sky for the slightest motion
Cause I'm just a little homesick to go

I've set my eyes upon the sky, for the slightest motion
Cause I'm just, a little homesick, to go.

Oh Lord, I'm just, a little homesick, to go.

When I think of how He came so far from glory
Came to dwell among the lowly such as I
To suffer shame and such disgrace

On Mount Calvary take my place,
Then I ask myself this question,
“Who am I?”

Who am I that a King would bleed and die for
Who am I that He would pray not my will thine for
The answer I may never know
Why He ever loved me so
That to an old rugged cross He'd go
For “Who am I?”

When I'm reminded of His words “I'll leave you never
If you'll be true I'll give to you a life forever”
I wonder what I could have done
To deserve God's only Son
To fight my battles until they are won
for “Who am I?”

Who am I that a King would bleed and die for
Who am I that He would pray not My will Thine for
The answer I may never know
Why He ever loved me so
That to an old rugged cross He'd go
For “Who am I?”

Behold the lamb of GOD John the Baptist said as he passed by.
But he did not know that he had prophesied by which means the lord would die.
And when they crucified him, he hung and bled up on that rugged tree,
Rugged tree
And when he cried "It is finished" that was just the beginning for me.

When he cried "it is finished" that was just the beginning for me.
Each nail they drove into his tender flesh, was so I could go free.
And the one who created all just by saying "Let it be" Lord, let it be
and when he said "It is finished" that was just the beginning for me.

He spoke not a word to defend himself that day in Pilot’s Hall.
Like a lamb before the slaughter though he had the angels at His beck and call.
Yet He took upon his shoulders the sin he did not do to Calvary, Calvary.
And when he cried "It is finished" that was just the beginning for me.

When he cried "It is finished" that was just the beginning for me.
Each nail they drove into his tender flesh, was just so I could go free.
And the One who created all just by saying "Let it be" Lord let it be
And when he said "It is finished" that was just the beginning for me.

Yes when he said "It is finished" that was just the beginning for me.

Betrayed for thirty pieces of silver
Abused by the people He loved
Rejected by His own disciples
I know He still loved them because


Chorus
Jesus said Father forgive them
He was looking down on me
I am an old Roman soldier
I stood at the foot of the tree


In His eyes I saw His compassion
On His cheeks the tracks of His tears
On His back the stripes that He suffered
In His side the wound from my spear


Repeat Chorus

Tag
I am an old Roman soldier
I stood at the foot of the tree

Lord, You brought me through sorrow and pain
You were there every time that I called
You reached down and lifted me out of sin's shame
But tonight Lord, just let me fall

Let me fall in love with You all over again
Let me know You as never before

Let me hear Your tender voice sayin' let me come in
Let me willingly open the door

I walked through the winter faced death's coldest sting
But the springtime brought strength to stand tall
But too long a summer without any rain
What's left Lord, is to have a great fall

Let me fall in love with You all over again
Let me know You as never before
Let me hear Your tender voice sayin' let me come in
Let me willingly open the door

And let me willingly open the door

If I’ve heard it once I've heard a thousand times

But still sweeter every day the story grows
And each day it's told again, how to wash away my sins.
Come and stand beneath that blessed crimson flow.

Please tell me again, I’m never tired
Of hearing how His precious blood fell just for me.
Don't close that old Book, until you’ve told me how He took

One drop to wash away my sin and set me free.

In this day we live the world don't want to hear
And they've taken out the most important things.
But we can't take away the cross
For without His blood were lost.
It’s our hope of seeing Heaven some sweet day.

So please tell me again, I’m never tired
Of hearing how His precious blood fell just for me.
And don't close that old Book, until you’ve told me how He took
One drop to wash away my sin and set me free.

No don't close that old book, until you’ve told me how He took
One drop to wash away my sin and set me free.