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Sweet Jesus

A friend of mine gave a concert last night. His name is Ben Moore and he's one of the few Anglicans at Westminster. I had no clue that he was so talented musically (goes to show that seminary nerds can have other talents). After enjoying the concert, I took one of his cds home and found a song that really touched my heart. I'm not technologcally advanced and I don't know how to share the song with you guys, so I'll just share the lyrics here and if you want me to email you the song, just ask.


Sweet Jesus

In the darkest of midnights
I’ll keep reaching for those stars
Though I’m blind to myself and truth seems so far
I’ve got the same old digressions
And the same old doubts and fears
But I will jump for joy
When my homeland appears

Sweet Jesus, sweet Jesus
Where are you tonight?
Cuz it’s been so long since we’ve seen heaven’s light

Where the wonder of the world
And the kindness of the soul
And the universe of ideas are neat to behold
The glory of goodness and beauty so sublime
In the face of our savior at the end of all time

Sweet Jesus, sweet Jesus
You’re right by my side
Like an ocean that surrounds me
So deep, pure, and wide

We must press on like the heroes
And push through the pain
Sometimes crawling for days despite being lame
We see the glory of goodness and beauty so sublime
In the face of our savior at the end of all time

Sweet Jesus, sweet Jesus
You’re right by my side
Like an ocean that surrounds me
So deep, pure, and wide

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