An Evening with Todd Agnew & Jonny Diaz

Concert day is getting closer for An Evening with Todd Agnew and Jonny Diaz.  Do you have your tickets yet?  If not, stop by after worship this weekend.  Or you can also request (and pay for) tickets online: http://www.calvarylc.com/

If you'd like to hear a sampling of the music of Todd Agnew, join us at worship this weekend.  You'll hear "This Fragile Breath" and "The Love of God".

Lyrics:

This Fragile Breath

I searched the world
For a song that I could sing
Praise to my King
A gift that I could bring
But no music I found
Could compare to You
Not one could do justice
To Your glory
What are my songs
Compared to Yours

You speak with thunder and lightning
Your voice shakes the mountains
The foundations of the earth
All I can offer is this fragile breath
With each one I'll praise You
With each one I'll praise You more

I searched the world
For a poem I could read
A rhyme that would bring
Glory to my King
But no writing I found
Was worthy of this God
High above all other gods
What are my words
Compared to Yours

You speak with thunder and lightning
Your voice shakes the mountains
The foundations of the earth
All I can offer is this fragile breath
With each one I'll praise You
With each one I'll praise You more

The Love of God

The love of God is greater far
Than tongue or pen can ever tell
It goes beyond the highest star
And reaches to the lowest hell

O the love of God how rich and how pure
How measureless and strong
O the love of God
It shall evermore endure
The saints' and angels' song

When years of time shall pass away
And earthly thrones and kingdoms fall
When men who here refuse to pray
On rocks and hills and mountains call
God's love so sure shall still endure
All measureless and strong
Redeeming grace to Adam's race
The saints' and angels' song

O the love of God how rich and how pure
How measureless and strong
O the love of God
It shall evermore endure
The saints' and angels' song

Could we with ink the ocean fill
And were the skies of parchment made
Were every stalk on earth a quill
And every man a scribe by trade
To write the love of God above
Would drain the oceans dry
Nor could the scroll contain the whole
Though stretched from sky to sky

O the love of God how rich and how pure
How measureless and strong
O the love of God
It shall evermore endure
The saints' and angels' song