HOOK 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
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VERSE 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...
HOOK 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
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VERSE 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
HOOK 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
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VERSE 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
HOOK 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
Repeat