Your Redemption

Awash in Sunday morning rays
My head cloudy and gray
Don’t want to hear the Word of the Living Bread
Rather crawl back in bed instead Here I am, kneeling at Your altar
Saying I’m sorry for when I falter
But something pops in my head, I’m chasing worldly recognition
Instead of Your eternal redemption 
Seeking the world’s recognition
But I should be seeking Your redemption
Your redemption
Your redemption
Lord, draw me back to Your redemption 
What a catchy line, I thought
It’d make a great song, I thought
What is wrong with me, I thought
Now I’m sitting here distraught If I write this song, who’s it for?
Is it for me or for the Lord?
Do I keep it only to myself
Or store it up there on that shelf?
Or do I share it with everyone
Spread the message of the Son? 
Did this just pop into my head
Or did You plant it there instead?
Why do I feel this pain of guilt
In the house that Christ built?
In the house that Christ built… 
Seeking the world’s recognition
But I should be seeking Your redemption
Your redemption
Your redemption
Jesus, all I need is Your redemption 
Your redemption… Your redemption…
[Let the band stretch here — ukulele melody dancing over electric guitar leads, crowd singing along]
Take my pride, take my ambition
Fill me up with Your redemption
Your redemption… Your redemption…