Have the Glory - Jon Thurlow

I wanna be the good soil

That Your Word falls into

I, I, I wanna be the good soil

Bearing thirty, sixty, a hundred times more fruit

I wanna be the good soil

That Your Word falls into

I, I, I wanna be the good soil

Bearing thirty, sixty, a hundred times more fruit

I wanna be the good soil

That Your Word falls into

I, I wanna be the good soil

Bearing thirty, sixty…

If I choose to die, then I find real life

'Cause I’m crucified with the living Christ

If I choose to die, then I find real life

Then I’m crucified with the living Christ

Lord, let my manner of living be a witness that You’re alive

Let my manner of living be a witness that You’re alive

Let my manner of living be a witness that You’re alive

Let my manner of living be a witness that You’re alive

In my life would You have the glory?

In my life would You have the glory?

In my life would You have the glory?

In my life

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

I wanna be the good soil

That Your Word falls into

I, I, I wanna be the good soil

Bearing thirty, sixty, a hundred times more fruit

I wanna be the good soil

That Your Word falls into

I, I, I wanna be the good soil

Bearing thirty, sixty…

If I choose to die, then I find real life

'Cause I’m crucified with the living Christ

If I choose to die, then I find real life

'Cause I’m crucified with the living Christ

Lord, let my manner of living be a witness that You’re alive

Let my manner of living be a witness that You’re alive

Let my manner of living be a witness that You’re alive

Let my manner of living be a witness that You’re alive

In my life would You have the glory?

In my life would You have the glory?

In my life would You have the glory?

In my life

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

If the fruit’s gonna come from my life

Well, you know that it’s gonna come

When I die to myself, to myself

Oh-oh-oh, Lord

If the fruit’s gonna come from my life

Well, you know that it’s gonna come

When I die to myself, to myself

Oh-oh-oh, Lord

If the fruit’s gonna come from my life

Well, you know that it’s gonna come

When I die to myself, to myself