by msbubrry » Thu Jun 03, 2010 10:12 am
His Hand Reached Further Down
Verse: 1
When I think of where I came from, and how Jesus brought me out,
from a life of shame and sorrow, lost in sin without a doubt,
with all my heart, I want to praise him, for his love he gave to me,
when the precious hand of Jesus, reached way down and lifted me.
Chorus:
From the depths of the pit, I tried so hard, but I couldn't touch him,
there in my despair, I cried so loud, and yet it seemed he didn't hear me,
lost and undone, full of sin and so corrupt,
God's hand reached further down than I could reach up.
Verse: 2
Like a man locked up in prison, had no one to go my bail,
every time I sought for freedom, all endeavors only failed,
there I was in sin's dark dungeon, bound in chains of misery,
until the Lord paid me a visit, unlocked my cell and set me free.
His Hand Reached Further Down
Verse: 1
When I think of where I came from, and how Jesus brought me out,
from a life of shame and sorrow, lost in sin without a doubt,
with all my heart, I want to praise him, for his love he gave to me,
when the precious hand of Jesus, reached way down and lifted me.
Chorus:
From the depths of the pit, I tried so hard, but I couldn't touch him,
there in my despair, I cried so loud, and yet it seemed he didn't hear me,
lost and undone, full of sin and so corrupt,
God's hand reached further down than I could reach up.
Verse: 2
Like a man locked up in prison, had no one to go my bail,
every time I sought for freedom, all endeavors only failed,
there I was in sin's dark dungeon, bound in chains of misery,
until the Lord paid me a visit, unlocked my cell and set me free.