I have so Little Faith

This is an offertory I wrote back in December for worship during advent. Each year I struggle to try to understand and express the incarnation of God: how unthinkable and appalling it is, how strange it is, how I wish I could have known Jesus on earth and how I long to see him in his glorified body and how I have a hard time believing. So why am I posting this Advent song so close to Easter? (other than the fact that I am just running behind in life) We are about to celebrate as a global church, Jesus dying a real death, not just a spiritual one, for our sake and Jesus rising in his physical body from death. Jesus was intimate with us, walked through our pollution, got it in his lungs and on his face and hands, and then redeemed it on the cross to make all things new. He know reigns in his physical human body in the heavenly realms. He did not just save us and shed his flesh. He continues to share humanity with us as he lives to intercede for us.

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I have so Little Faith       (listen/download)       (chord chart)

Lord can I touch you, I want to feel your embrace.
I want to hear you, say just about anything
I long with Moses and Elijah, to see your Day
But I have so little faith.

I want to ask, there’s so much I need explained.
I want to fall down with weeping and kiss your feet.
I long to lean on and let you hold all of my weight.
I have so little faith.

O God, now man, you give me hope,
You breathe my breath and touch my sores.
You hear me call, “I am unclean!”
Yet here you are, with me.

I want to love you, O God, you know the truth,
How I have hated and traded my Lord for filth.
I have not wanted to wait here for you in my pain.
I have so little faith.
I have so little faith

O God, now man, you give me hope,
You breathe my breath and touch my sores.
You hear me call, “I am unclean!”
Yet here you are, with me.

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Hold Thou my Hand

This is a rewrite of a Fanny Crosby (1879) hymn that I did back in 2002 and have yet to release anywhere. However, since it has become a such a part of our worship at Redeemer and since I have gotten a such a good amount of prodding (Thanks Richard!), I thought I would finally get it posted. Hope it is a blessing to you all!

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Hold Thou My Hand          (listen/download)       (chord chart)

Hold thou my hand; so weak I am, and helpless,
I dare not take one step without thy aid;
Hold thou my hand; for then, O loving Savior,
No dread of ill shall make my soul afraid.

Hold thou my hand, and closer, draw me closer
To thy dear self—my hope, my joy, my all;
Hold thou my hand, lest haply I should wander,
And, missing thee, my trembling feet should fall.

Hold thou my hand; the way is dark before me
Without the sunlight of thy face divine;
But when by faith I catch its radiant glory,
What heights of joy, what rapturous songs are mine!

Hold thou my hand, that when I reach the margin
Of that lone river thou didst cross for me,
A heavenly light may flash along its waters,
And every wave like crystal bright shall be.

Hold thou my hand; so weak I am, and helpless,
I dare not take one step without thy aid;
I dare not take one step without thy aid.