Shake the Dust
Shake the Dust
People have called me crazy
For believing in you
They've called me all the names
Yeah, called me crazy too
They've rolled their eyes
Shook their head
Like an empty chair
Not hearing a word I've said
I shake the dust
The dirt and the mud
Cause Yeshua
He runs in my blood
Do people's hand not tremble
At His voice and His sound
Have they no feeling
Do their hearts not pound?
Do I, speak another language
My words not clear
How is it their eyes do not see
How do their ears not hear?
I shake the dust
Dirt and the mud
Cause, Yeshua
You run in my blood
Financial understanding
Without seeing the price
Gambling Their lives away
With a toss of the dice
The toss of the dice
Have they no knowledge
Of the Sacrifice you gave
Is my speech so vain
As if to a stone on a grave
A stone on a grave
I shake the dust
Dirt and the mud
Cause, Yeshua
You run in my blood
Shake the dust
The dirt and the mud
Oh, Yeshua
I remember the blood
Your blood
Copyright © Becky K Martinson | Year Posted 2019
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