Remind Me Who I Am

When I lose my way
And I forget my name
Remind me who I am
In the mirror all I see
Is who I don’t want to be
Remind me who I am
In the loneliest places
When I can’t remember what grace is
Tell me once again
Who I am to you, who I am to you
Tell me lest I forget
Who I am to you, that I belong to you
When my heart is like a stone
And I’m running far from home
Remind me who I am
When I can’t receive your love
Afraid I’ll never be enough
Remind me who I am
If I’m your beloved
Can you help me believe it?
I’m the one you love
I’m the one you love
And that will be enough
I’m the one you love


by Jason Gray and Jason Ingram

Why (besides running late, which isn't an excuse because I could have made it) I Am Not in Sunday School Right Now

There's something I need to confess
At the risk of exposing my faults
But I'm starting to find that most of the time
I just don't like people at all
When I saw you five minutes ago
I was afraid you might talk off my ear
I panicked inside and decided to hide
And that's how I ended up here
Crouching behind the live lobster tank
Hoping you'd just pass me by, oh...
That's how I ended up here
That's how I ended up here
Oh how I wish I could say
It's my first time to hide in this spot
But with all of the people I try to avoid
I find myself down here a lot
I mean, just look at these guys in the tank
With the red rubber bands 'round their arms
If they don't open up 
And just keep to themselves
They won't do anyone harm
So I screen my calls,
don't answer the door
Sometimes wish I could disappear,
oh...That's how I ended up here
That's how I ended up ..
Building a wall so no one could bother me
Living my life in isolation
Opening up to only those close to me
Nobody's close to me, what have I done?
See, I really want to be known
But I'm not quite as strong as the fear
That you won't understand the fool that I am
And that's how I ended up here
That's how I ended up here
That's how I ended up here


"How I Ended Up Here" by Jason  Gray and Andy Gullahorn

Without Running Away by Jason Gray

I’ve spent some days looking 

For a length of rope 

And a place to hang it 

From the end of my hope 

But where I thought hope had ended 

I always find a little bit more 

It’s not like I’m trying 

To be optimistic 

If the truth be told 

I’d rather dismiss it 

And be free of the burden 

Of the living that hoping requires 

To bring my heart 

To every day 

And to run the risk of fearlessly loving 

WITHOUT RUNNING AWAY

Jesus is speaking 

But it’s so hard to hear 

When disciples with swords 

Are cutting off ears 

Broken and bleeding I’m waiting for healing to come 

But wounded is a part 

I’ve learned to play well 

Though the wound may run deeper 

Than I know how to tell 

Where pain’s an addiction 

That keeps me buried alive 

But when it’s all that I know

 I’m afraid to leave it behind 

To bring my heart 

To every day 

And to run the risk of fearlessly loving 

WITHOUT RUNNING AWAY

My heart is not lifted up 

My eyes are not lifted up 

But calm and quiet is my soul 

Like a child with its mother is my soul 

After awhile in the dark

Your eyes will adjust 

In the shadows you’ll find 

The hand you can trust 

And the still small voice

 That calls like the rising sun 

Come 

Bring your heart 

To every day 

And to run the risk of fearlessly loving 

WITHOUT RUNNING AWAY 

You must run the risk of fearlessly loving 

WITHOUT RUNNING AWAY

Musical Supplement to the Parable of Two Lost Sons

There are two sides to every person
Like the two sides of a dime
Heads or tails it depends upon
Who's watching at the time
Though I hate to say it
Mine is no exception
One part is the prodigal
The other part: deception
Like the prince and the pauper
Like Jacob and his brother
Each hide a different heart
Each a shadow of the other
Me and my doppelganger
Both share the same blood
One I have hated
The other have I loved
One of them's the Golden Boy
The man I'd like to be I show him off in the parades
For all the world to see
The other is much weaker
He stumbles all the time
The source of my embarrassment
He's the one I try to hide
The Golden boy is made of straw
His finest suit will surely burn
His vice is the virtue
That he never had to earn
The prodigal's been broken
And emptied at the wishing well
But he's stronger for the breaking
With a story to tell
I'm not easy with confessions
It's hard to tell the truth
But I have favored the golden boy
While the other I've abused
And he takes it like a man
Though he's longing like a child
To be loved and forgiven
And share the burden for awhile
So take a good look in the mirror
Tell me who you see
The one who Jesus died for
Or the one you'd rather be
Can you find it in your heart
To show mercy to the one
The Father loved so much
That he gave his only son...


--"The Golden Boy & The Prodigal" by Jason Gray