| Song | A Cup of Trembling |
| Artist | Glass hammer |
| Album | Lex Rex |
| Why | |
| Why do I search for the reasons | |
| Never content just to be | |
| Something is waiting and something is near | |
| Not found in battle and not found in love | |
| Of the earthly sort | |
| These won’t last | |
| Mere shadows of glory | |
| God | |
| Here stands a man who can claim such | |
| What sort of madness is this | |
| Here in Judea- a land full of prophets | |
| And quoters of scriptures | |
| A carpenter’s son has the gall to claim | |
| He is God | |
| The keeper of glory | |
| I’d hoped to find glory | |
| But never like this | |
| See, I thought I could win it | |
| Thought I could make for myself a crown | |
| I would find what I sought at the point of my spear | |
| Yet this man, he speaks so clearly | |
| Heaven, Heaven, and only there | |
| I’ll find what I need | |
| I’ll find what we’ve all lost | |
| That kingdom called glory | |
| No! Maybe I just need to grow up | |
| Starting to sound rather mad | |
| Melodramatic, a hopeless romantic | |
| Just like the rabble, the poor and the blind | |
| They follow him | |
| They can keep him | |
| This won’t last | |
| And this isn’t glory | |
| I’d hoped to find glory | |
| But never like this | |
| I thought I could win it | |
| What I yearn for | |
| Somehow earn more | |
| I’m a soldier and a Roman | |
| And a champion of the law | |
| Yet this man, he speaks so clearly | |
| Heaven, Heaven, there and only there |
| Why | |
| Why do I search for the reasons | |
| Never content just to be | |
| Something is waiting and something is near | |
| Not found in battle and not found in love | |
| Of the earthly sort | |
| These won' t last | |
| Mere shadows of glory | |
| God | |
| Here stands a man who can claim such | |
| What sort of madness is this | |
| Here in Judea a land full of prophets | |
| And quoters of scriptures | |
| A carpenter' s son has the gall to claim | |
| He is God | |
| The keeper of glory | |
| I' d hoped to find glory | |
| But never like this | |
| See, I thought I could win it | |
| Thought I could make for myself a crown | |
| I would find what I sought at the point of my spear | |
| Yet this man, he speaks so clearly | |
| Heaven, Heaven, and only there | |
| I' ll find what I need | |
| I' ll find what we' ve all lost | |
| That kingdom called glory | |
| No! Maybe I just need to grow up | |
| Starting to sound rather mad | |
| Melodramatic, a hopeless romantic | |
| Just like the rabble, the poor and the blind | |
| They follow him | |
| They can keep him | |
| This won' t last | |
| And this isn' t glory | |
| I' d hoped to find glory | |
| But never like this | |
| I thought I could win it | |
| What I yearn for | |
| Somehow earn more | |
| I' m a soldier and a Roman | |
| And a champion of the law | |
| Yet this man, he speaks so clearly | |
| Heaven, Heaven, there and only there |