One and Three Sound in December,
Open Doors for All to See;
Sending Out Like Trampled Lumber,
Gifts Forgiven Beneath the Tree.
Take the Streets Under the Heavens,
Be Free as Fish Under the Sea;
With Every Footstep Pressed and Trodden,
Joy Spreads Like Butter Inside of Me.
I Look to Jesus He Is Worthy,
He Uses Satan Like a Key;
Mighty Maker, Master Craftsman,
What He Builds Surely Ain't Free.
I Am Branded on My Shoulders,
My Eyes and Forehead Soon to Be;
Like Wax His Seal Melts to My Body,
Jesus Jesus, I Am Free.
My Life in Him Now Flows so Freely,
I Cannot but Beauty See;
From the Mire, the Dust, the Darkness,
By His Word He Set Me Free.
He Is Worthy, He Is Holy,
I Shall Not but Praises Sing;
In Times of Trial, in Times of Glory,
Oh How I Love You My Song Will Ring.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Unto You My Voice I Raise;
Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Unto You I Lift My Praise.
Thank You Jesus, Thank You Jesus,
You're so Wonderful to Me;
Thank You Jesus, Thank You Jesus,
By Your Word You Sent Me Free.
Thank You Jesus, Thank You Jesus,
Yes, You Are so Wonderful;
Thank You Jesus, Thank You Jesus,
My Cup Runs Over It Is Full.
Glory Glory, Hallelujah,
Jesus King Forever More;
Glory Glory, Hallelujah,
All Was Written Years Before.
Times Are Changing People Shifting,
Chaos Tramples Far and Wide;
Yet His Majesty in Heaven,
Enthroned of Laughter Could Have Died.
Splendor, Beauty, Love and Power,
Terror Thunders, Yet I Repose;
As the World Spins on Its Blunder,
He Spoke One Word, It Stood and Froze.