Keith Green: Songs

Asleep In The Light

Do you see, do you see, all the people sinking down,

Don't you care, don't you care, are you gonna let them drown,

How can you be so numb, not to care if they come,

You close your eyes and pretend the job's done.

Oh Bless me Lord, bless me Lord, you know it's all I ever hear,

No one aches, no one hurts, no one even sheds one tear,

But He cries, He weeps, He bleeds, and He cares for your needs,

And you just lay back and keep soaking it in, oh, can't you see it's such sin?

Cause He brings people to your door,

And you turn them away, as you smile and say,

God bless you, be at peace, and all Heaven just weeps,

Cause Jesus came to your door, you've left Him out on the streets.

Open up, open up, and give yourself away,

You've seen the need, you hear the cry, so how can you delay,

God's calling and you're the one, but like Jonah you run,

He's told you to speak, but you keep holding it in,

Oh, can't you see it's such sin?

The world is sleeping in the dark,

That the church can't fight, cause it's asleep in the light,

How can you be so dead, when you've been so well fed,

Jesus rose from the grave, and you, you can't even get out of bed,

Oh, Jesus rose from the dead, come on, get out of your bed.

How can you be so numb, not to care if they come,

You close your eyes and pretend the job's done,

Don't close your eyes, don't pretend the job's done.

Come away, come away, come away with Me, My love,

Come away, from this mess, come away with Me, My love.

My Eyes Are Dry

My eyes are dry, my faith is old,

My heart is hard, my prayers are cold,

And I know how I ought to be,

Alive to you, and dead to me.

Oh what can be done, for an old heart like mine,

Softer it up, with oil and wine.

The oil is You, Your Spirit of love,

Please wash me anew, in the wine of Your blood.

My eyes are dry, my faith is old,

My heart is hard, my prayers are cold,

And I know how I ought to be,

Alive to you, and dead to me.

Pledge My Head To Heaven

Well, I pledge my head to heaven for the Gospel,

And I ask no man on Earth to fill my needs.

Like the sparrow up above, I am enveloped in His love,

And I trust Him like those little ones, He feeds.

Well I pledge my wife to heaven, for the Gospel,

Though our love each passing day just seems to grow.

As I told her when we wed, I'd surely rather be found dead,

Than to love her more than the one who saved my soul.

I'm your child, and I want to be in your family forever.

I'm your child, and I'm going to follow you,

No matter whatever the cost, I'm gonna count all things lost.

Well I pledge my son to heaven for the gospel.

Though he's kicked and beaten, ridiculed and scorn.

I will teach him to rejoice, and life a thankful praising voice,

And to be like Him who bore the nails and crown of thorns.

I'm your child, and I want to be in your family forever.

I'm your child, and I'm going to follow you,

No matter whatever the cost, I'm gonna count all things lost.

Oh no matter whatever the cost, I'm gonna count all things lost.

Well I've had the chance to gain the world, and to live just like a king,

But without your love, it doesn't mean a thing.

Oh no matter whatever the cost, I'm gonna count all things lost,

Oh no matter whatever the cost, I'm gonna count all things lost.

Well I pledge my son, I pledge my wife, I pledge my head to heaven,

I pledge my son, I pledge my wife,

I pledge my head to heaven, for the gospel.

How Can They Live Without Jesus?

How can they live without Jesus?

How can they live without God's love?

How can they feel so at home down here,

When there's so much more up above?

Throwing away the things that matter,

They hold onto things that don't.

The world has gone crazy, but soon maybe,

A lot more are going to know.

For maybe they don't understand it,

Or maybe they just haven't heard.

Or maybe we're not doing all we can,

Living up to His Holy Word.

Cause phonies have come and wrongs been done,

Even killing in Jesus' name.

And if you've been burnt, here's what I've learned,

The Lord's not the one to blame.

For He's not just religion with steeples and bells,

Or a sales man who will sell you the things you just want to hear.

But His love was such, that he suffered so much,

To call some of us just to follow, follow.

So many laughing at Jesus,

While the funniest thing that He's done,

Is love this whole stubborn rebellious world,

While their hate for Him just goes on.

And love just like that will bring him back,

For the few He can call His friends.

The ones He's found true who've made it through,

Enduring until the end.

The one's He's found true, who've made it through,

Enduring until the end…