Bring Jesus To Me by Paul Q-Pek

Touch the Ground by Paul Q-Pek

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Bring Jesus To Me
by Paul Q-Pek

Album: Touch the Ground

Sitting on the sidelines, crippled from birth,
Can't get through the crowd to see,
And in their shouting there is a broken whisper: "Please bring Jesus to me."

We are feet and we are hands,
We must do what love demands.

And the world is crying, wanting to be free,
Bring Jesus to me,
And the world's people are dying - oh, can't you see?
Bring Jesus to me,
Bring Jesus to me.

Living in the jungle, a man is crying far across the sea,
He knows there's a creator, but wanting a saviour, saying "Bring Jesus to me,"
And in the jungle that is this city, they're living on the street,
As we pass by the weak, if their lonely eyes could speak, they'd say, "Bring Jesus to me."

'Cross the street, across the sea,
Here I am, Lord, send me.

To the world that's crying, wanting to be free,
Bring Jesus to me,
And the world's people are dying - oh, can't you see?
Bring Jesus to me,
Bring Jesus to me.

We are feet and we are hands,
Yes, we must do what love demands.

And the world is crying, they're wanting to be free,
Bring Jesus to me,
And the world's people are dying - oh, can't you see?
Bring Jesus to me,
Bring Jesus to me.

(etc. fade)