Old Man Emu - John Williamson

Broken one, take heart For your King has entered in Made your heart His home When He washed away your sin In the darkest day, know your shame is all gone When He looks at you, God will see His Son At the throne of grace, He says, "Sinner, come" Hurting one, take heart For your King will walk beside With each rising sun Every grace He will provide In the hardest day, He will never forsake For He knows your grief and He feels your pain When the world gives way, Jesus will remain Waiting one, take heart For your King will soon return Ending every strife He will reign upon the earth In the longest day, know the vict'ry is won Do not fear the world, He has overcome You are safe in Him covered by His love Do not fear the world, He has overcome You are safe in Him covered by His love

In darkness I once walked, The road that led to death. And to the world I bowed, And gave my every breath. Then to the earth He came, To seek and save the lost. But I yelled crucify, And nailed Him to the cross. Bound by my sin and shame, I call upon His name! () Each day I live, Safe in His grace, The king of kings, Died in my place. Each day I stand, Set free from sin. My king is crowned, I live in Him. I see the empty tomb, The sting of death undone. My broken life is come, I'm risen in the Son. A slave of righteousness, No longer bound by sin. I give up all I have, To serve the Servent King. One with the Crucified, For by His death I die! () Each day I live, Safe in His grace, The king of kings, Died in my place. Each day I stand, Set free from sin. My king is crowned, I live in Him. And then the day will come, We'll see our risen Lord. In all His majesty, And we will be restored. In robes of righteousness, We'll stand before His throne. Our hope at last unvealed, Adopted as His own. One with the risen King, For evermore will sing! () Each day we live, Safe in His grace, The king of kings, Dies in our place. Each day we stand, Set free from sin. Our king is crowned, We'll live with Him. Each day we live, Safe in His grace, The king of kings, Dies in our place. Each day we stand, Set free from sin. Our king is crowned, We'll live with Him. With Him.

Well old Bob hasn't got much but he values his boots He values the time he spends growin' flowers He still loves his babies that grew to be men He recalls all the days 'n' nights and the hours When he and his woman worked on the land In the heat and the dry, in the cold and the wet He still picks her a rose and his old heart still races She's still the most beautiful girl that he's met And you ask is he happy... and you ask is he happy...? He's got wrinkles from smiling, he feels lucky and free And he knows what it means to live here in the sunshine He's got wrinkles... He walks with Amelia down to the store With a little cane basket for the bread and the daily Sun Still hand in hand like babes in the meadows And young faces turn Love is so beautiful, it can be so deep And a man is a king when he has his own princess Bob wears no crown, no long flowing robe But there in his mind he still rides on his black stallion Then a cold winter came, and Bob was alone His beautiful princess had flown with the angels He faded so quickly, the man became old And the wandering dew soon covered the roses First just a cane, then a strong stick for walking Then just a chair with a grey old man dying All that he lived for was always beside him So Bob left in peace, to join his lady And you ask is he happy... and you ask is he happy...? He had wrinkles from smiling He felt lucky and free And he knew what it meant to live here in the sunshine He had wrinkles...