First Hand lyrics

Song information

Artist: Steven Curtis Chapman
Album: First Hand

Lyrics

Another sunday morning, same old you
Hoping that the preacher's preaching's almost through;
Not sure you need to hear this
Seems like you've heard it all before
A hundred times or more

All this information second hand;
Is there something more you don't understand?
It's a way of life you're missing
Where the word becomes a part of you
Walking everyday with jesus
Finding out his promises are true

Living life first hand
Learning the truth
Straight from the father
Living life first hand
There's no middle man
When you walk with the lord
First hand

It's all in your mind, the world will say
But this is something
That they can't explain away;
Not just some fancy talking
Or just some emotion that you feel
It's a life of first hand walking
Finding out his promises are real