See More Him

I wanna see more of Him

Cause I'm sick of more of me

I'm a be like Zacchae

In that Sycamore tree

I wanna see more of Him

Cause I'm sick of more of me

Lord I promise (I promise) I promise

wanna see more of Him

Cause I'm sick of more of me

I'm a be like Zacchae

In that Sycamore tree

I wanna see more of Him

Cause I'm sick of more of me

Lord I promise (I promise) I promise

Prior to Jesus' life death and re-re-Resurrection

Having any affect on me left me in deception

Because the God of this world Satan blinded my mind

From seeing the light of the gospel of the glory of God

But then a miracle happened

We-we call it conversion

He opened the eyes of my blind heart and led me to worship

Gotta a peek at His beauty as He opened the crack

That captivated my nature and kept me coming back

He gave me taste buds to taste of freedom to love

And to delight in His loving kindness through Jesus' blood

And every since repentance I done been on this chase

To drink from this freedom fountain through His infinite grace

Namely seeking His face

Cause He removed the veil

Knocked me off my high horse and removed the scales

Now I've been exposed to His glorious light

That shines into the darkness in my heart and I'm like...

I wanna see more of Him

Cause I'm sick of more of me

I'm a be like Zacchae

In that Sycamore tree

I wanna see more of Him

Cause I'm sick of more of me

Lord I promise (I promise) I promise

wanna see more of Him

Cause I'm sick of more of me

I'm a be like Zacchae

In that Sycamore tree

I wanna see more of Him

Cause I'm sick of more of me

Lord I promise (I promise) I promise

Listen

Though I'm a Christian my vision sometimes even get blurred

When I'm resisting His visits and not reading His Word

Desperate need to be purged

Easy to lose the wonder

Through these daily distractions banging louder than thunder

When I devalue my Savior and start treasuring trash

And longing for mud patches thinking it's greener grass

Exchanging eternal pleasures for the ones that's going to pass

Looking for 'em to satisfy but they lie never last

When captivated and activated by my deceitful lust

Is a lack of faith in my Father's grace and I need to place my trust

In everything that my Father is and everything that He supplied

Through the perfect life of His Son

Death and resurrection of Christ

And I know I got to trust Him

All this sin I got to trust Him

World that we in I got to trust Him

How I'm going to live if I just brush Him

Knowing that my heart is mad disgusting

Knowing that the Father had to crush

Yes just so we can be free

Please give me eyes to see

I wanna see more of Him

Cause I'm sick of more of me

I'm a be like Zacchae

In that Sycamore tree

I wanna see more of Him

Cause I'm sick of more of me

Lord I promise (I promise) I promise

wanna see more of Him

Cause I'm sick of more of me

I'm a be like Zacchae

In that Sycamore tree

I wanna see more of Him

Cause I'm sick of more of me

Lord I promise (I promise) I promise

Lord

See I'm reminded in my mind in my brother Zacchaeus

Who took some desperate measures just so that He could see Jesus

As joy accompanied the faith that He felt in his soul

That made me question myself, how far am I willing to go?

What am I willing to get rid of so I can get close?

And closer and closer Lord, fill me with Your Holy Ghost

Pour out Your Spirit empower me in increasing measures

To see Your uniqueness instead of these fleet-fleeting pleasures

Give me greater capacities to suffer and to carry

This cross on my back as I walk to my personal Calvary

And climb on the cross oh Lord as I stretch out my arms

Quoting the Psalms as they banging them nails in my palms

Until I die cause I was crucified with my Savior

And resurrected now I can reflect it in my behavior

A new nature to taste and savor Jesus the Christ

Who brought me out of the darkness to His marvelous light

I wanna see more of Him

Cause I'm sick of more of me

I'm a be like Zacchae

In that Sycamore tree

I wanna see more of Him

Cause I'm sick of more of me

Lord I promise (I promise) I promise

I wanna see more of Him

Cause I'm sick of more of me

I'm a be like Zacchae

In that Sycamore tree

I wanna see more of Him

Cause I'm sick of more of me

Lord I promise (I promise) I promise