Do you know what it is like to be
Hung? (Sung)
Do you know what it is like to be
Hung? (Sung)
No I’m not talking about that popular definition of
Hung. (Sung)
Like a bird in the air suspended in mid flight
Hung(Sung)
A multicolored rainbow of feathers in flight
Hung(Sung)
Seven stars, in alignment
Hung(Sung)
The rising of the sea to meet the moon
Hung(Sung)
The red skinned branches of the Sequoia
Hung (Sung)
The oily olive of the Serengeti trees
Hung(Sung)
The peak of a pyramid, an opulent brief reprieve
Hung(Sung)
Yes we all have ideas of what it is like to be
Hung(Sung)
Even here among these yonder popular trees we know what it means to be
Hung(Sung)
Scarlet goodbye letters amongst bitter battered leaves
Hung(Sung)
In the right place, but in the wrong skin
Hung(Sung)
Wrong skin, and right men and you can be
Hung(Sung)
Judge, Trial but no Jury
Hung (Sung)
Still, I don’t think you really understand what it is to be
Hung(Sung)
I mean, when friends become removed like a coat from the hanger
Hung(Sung)
When the lips of the beloved are colder than the stranger
Hung(Sung)
When everything in you says run, but still, you face the danger
Hung (Sung)
When your love is counted in the seconds it takes
When the seconds it takes become without time
Hung(Sung)
As they drug you through the cities whipped and scarred
While those you’d given everything refused to look you in the eye
Hung(Sung)
Oh I don’t really think you know what it is to be
Hung (Sung)
Mangled sentences, sparsely separated
Hung(Sung)
Speech cut off mid---
Hung(Sung)
A wine drenched rag hitting the skin like sizzles
Hung (Sung)
A nail in the hand, a nail in the foot
Hung(Sung)
Who do you think you are, anyway, to say that the Lord redeems? they yell.
Hung(Sung)
Hoisted, lifted up with only a white loin cloth
Praying because this is not a walk that you want, but you choose to walk
Hung(Sung)
For your mighty acts, crowned with thorns
For your loving words fed a fist
Hung(Sung)
For your holy nature clothed in dust
Hung(Sung)
Gave your blood, we spat on you
Sung Verse:
Hung!
Pieced in the side!
For the sins of a world so cold
They shun the love they needed to survive
Oh Holy, Holy, Holy
You, that Hung
Or Worthy, Worthy, Worthy
Is the Lamb that hung
Poem (Spoken)
Prince of Peace
The Great I Am
The holy hope
Of every man
You sit upon
The Throne of Grace
That hangs above
This broken place
Clear bright sound of Angels singing echoing day and night
Hung upon a darkened cross,
Yet you are the light
Do you really understand what it means to be
Hung? (Sung)
Do you really understand how much you’re worth and for this he was
Hung?(Sung)
If you understood how much the Father was willing to pay to release
you from the devil’s grip,
your mouth would be filled with so much praise you could no longer use it to speak
And when you approached the throne of grace you’d bow your head in this scared place
It would be
Hung (Sung)
Hung(Sung)
Hung (Sung)
(Sung)
In reverence
In Honor
In Love
