First Hand — текст песни (Steven Curtis Chapman)





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.



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