Todays iTunes Fix…

I love Todd’s voice. Gritty. Rough. Weathered. It’s not polished and squeaky clean. It’s honest and real. I liked most of the tunes off his first CD (Grace Like Rain) and my favorite of his may be his version of “When Love Comes to Town” from the “Artists United for Africa” CD. This new CD has been playing non stop for the past week. I love it. My two favorite tracks are “Mercy In Me”…

A young girl in an old house
with three kids and another on the way,
she’s in desperate need of some new clothes
but I keep my old ones and tell her I’ll pray
for her. But Your heart breaks for those kids,
and that child of a mom who is one of Your own
when a few gifts and a little time
is another crown I could lay at the feet of Your throne.

And I don’t know what You want,
Or what You see in my life.
And I don’t know what You mean
and how You could be glorified.
And I’m not too sure about this idea of ’sacrifice’
and what You mean by mercy (mercy) mercy in me–
Your mercy in me.

And the lyrics to “My Jesus” just kill me.

Which Jesus do you follow
Which Jesus do you serve
If Ephesians says to imitate Christ
Why do you look so much like the world

`Cause my Jesus bled and died
He spent His time with thieves and liars
He loved the poor and accosted the arrogant
So which one do you want to be

Blessed are the poor in spirit
But do we pray to be blessed with the wealth of this land
Blessed are they that hunger and thirst for righteousness
But do we ache for another taste of this world of shifting sand

‘Cause my Jesus bled and died for my sins
He spent His time with thieves and sluts and liars
He loved the poor and accosted the rich
So which one do you want to be

Who is this that you follow
This picture of the American dream
If Jesus was here, would you walk right by on the other side
Or fall down and worship at His holy feet

Pretty blue eyes and curly brown hair and a clear complexion
Is how you see Him as He dies for your sins
But the word says He was battered and scarred
Or did you miss that part
Sometimes I doubt we`d recognize Him

`Cause my Jesus bled and died
He spent His time with thieves and the least of these
He loved the poor and accosted the comfortable
So which one do you want to be
`Cause my Jesus would never be accepted in my church
The blood and dirt on His feet might stain the carpet
But He reaches for the hurting and despises the proud
And I think He`d prefer Beale Street to the stained glass crowd
And I know that He can hear me if I cry out loud
I want to be like my Jesus

Not a poster child for American prosperity
But like my Jesus
See I’m tired of living for success and popularity
I want to be like my Jesus
But I’m not sure what that means
To be like you Jesus
‘Cause you said to live like you, to love you
But then you died — for me

Can I be like you Jesus

I want to be like you Jesus
I want to be like my Jesus

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