Song | Nightlights |
Artist | Jimmy Needham |
Album | Nightlights |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:01.33] | Be Thou exalted over my reputation |
[00:06.36] | ‘Cause applause is a poor form of soul medication |
[00:11.36] | And I’ve tried it for years but my symptoms remain |
[00:17.43] | Still fretting the day that they’ll misplace my name |
[00:20.31] | Still selling my soul for American fame |
[00:23.60] | Treating the promotion of Jesus like a well oiled machine |
[00:26.70] | Advancing His kingdom just to snag some acclaim |
[00:34.68] | Now, I’m both comforted and haunted that it isn’t just me though |
[00:41.88] | I see a nation of people needing to feed their own egos |
[00:45.41] | Parading status like steeples |
[00:48.18] | Do we not know it’s evil to love ourselves more than both God |
[00:52.71] | and His people? |
[00:54.33] | |
[00:57.46] | But see, here’s where you turn this poem on it’s head |
[01:05.18] | ‘Cause the greatest among us came as servant instead |
[01:11.12] | And You humbled Yourself to the point of Your death |
[01:17.11] | Apparently love for the Father’s glory runs red |
[01:24.25] | So friends, will we point to the Son till our own flames grow dim? |
[01:29.74] | Will our bright lights become merely nightlights near Him? |
[01:35.55] | Words echo once, let them echo again |
[01:41.89] | Be Thou exalted over my reputation |
[01:46.32] |
[00:01.33] | Be Thou exalted over my reputation |
[00:06.36] | ' Cause applause is a poor form of soul medication |
[00:11.36] | And I' ve tried it for years but my symptoms remain |
[00:17.43] | Still fretting the day that they' ll misplace my name |
[00:20.31] | Still selling my soul for American fame |
[00:23.60] | Treating the promotion of Jesus like a well oiled machine |
[00:26.70] | Advancing His kingdom just to snag some acclaim |
[00:34.68] | Now, I' m both comforted and haunted that it isn' t just me though |
[00:41.88] | I see a nation of people needing to feed their own egos |
[00:45.41] | Parading status like steeples |
[00:48.18] | Do we not know it' s evil to love ourselves more than both God |
[00:52.71] | and His people? |
[00:54.33] | |
[00:57.46] | But see, here' s where you turn this poem on it' s head |
[01:05.18] | ' Cause the greatest among us came as servant instead |
[01:11.12] | And You humbled Yourself to the point of Your death |
[01:17.11] | Apparently love for the Father' s glory runs red |
[01:24.25] | So friends, will we point to the Son till our own flames grow dim? |
[01:29.74] | Will our bright lights become merely nightlights near Him? |
[01:35.55] | Words echo once, let them echo again |
[01:41.89] | Be Thou exalted over my reputation |
[01:46.32] |
[00:01.33] | Be Thou exalted over my reputation |
[00:06.36] | ' Cause applause is a poor form of soul medication |
[00:11.36] | And I' ve tried it for years but my symptoms remain |
[00:17.43] | Still fretting the day that they' ll misplace my name |
[00:20.31] | Still selling my soul for American fame |
[00:23.60] | Treating the promotion of Jesus like a well oiled machine |
[00:26.70] | Advancing His kingdom just to snag some acclaim |
[00:34.68] | Now, I' m both comforted and haunted that it isn' t just me though |
[00:41.88] | I see a nation of people needing to feed their own egos |
[00:45.41] | Parading status like steeples |
[00:48.18] | Do we not know it' s evil to love ourselves more than both God |
[00:52.71] | and His people? |
[00:54.33] | |
[00:57.46] | But see, here' s where you turn this poem on it' s head |
[01:05.18] | ' Cause the greatest among us came as servant instead |
[01:11.12] | And You humbled Yourself to the point of Your death |
[01:17.11] | Apparently love for the Father' s glory runs red |
[01:24.25] | So friends, will we point to the Son till our own flames grow dim? |
[01:29.74] | Will our bright lights become merely nightlights near Him? |
[01:35.55] | Words echo once, let them echo again |
[01:41.89] | Be Thou exalted over my reputation |
[01:46.32] |