I Can't Sing It Loud Enough

from by Seth Davey

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Lord, Your works are manifold for all to see
Your beauty is displayed through every strand
The heights, the depths, the threads within Your tapestry
Are woven in the palm of Your good hand.

So what is man that You would give us any thought?
Our glory withers like the grass on desert hills.
You've watched in sorrow all the idols that our hands so long have wrought.
It makes no sense that You would love us even still.

You know our frame
You know that we are dust
You see our wretchedness
Yet you redeem us.
You bore the shame
You bore the wrath for us
You are our righteousness Oh precious Jesus.

The thorns, the stripes, the cross, the spikes our hands prepared
We've proved our condemnation o'er and o'er
But still You bled from foot to head a river there
That washes all our stains forevermore.

So what is man that You would choose to stoop so low?
Exchange Your glory for our pitiful facade?
Love so deep that You'd endure our mocking kiss and hateful blows
And reconcile our sinful souls again to God.

You know our frame
You know that we are dust
You see our wretchedness
Yet you redeem us.
You bore the shame
You bore the wrath for us
You are our righteousness Oh precious Jesus.

I will never understand why You would suffer at our hands
Why You would take my death for me to free me from the Law's demands
And I can't sing it loud enough or long enough
But I can sing with all I am:

Worthy is the Lamb!

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from Till You're All I See, released February 18, 2017

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Seth Davey Raleigh, North Carolina

Seth Davey is the former singer and pianist of the Raleigh-based band Attalus (Facedown Records).

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