More Than EnoughLost on an island; no hope in sight. Alone in the darkness and far from the light. When God looked down at humanity’s plight and the debt was great. But Jesus said I’ll go and I’ll pay the price. So He went to the cross and He gave up His life. Where He pushed through the darkness with Heavenly light and the bridge He’d made. My debt was paid…Heaven was there, but great was the gulf. He went to the cross and He lifted me up. I who had no right to ask for God’s love. He went to the Father with more than enough. Ten-thousand angels awaited His call. But He took all our sins and He carried them all. Stretched out on a cross where He lifted me up to His Father. The reach of His mercy was more than enough.Measure the distance from Heaven to here across the great chasm and it becomes clear that the best we can offer still doesn’t come near to deserving grace. But there on Golgotha a cross touched the sky. It called out to Heaven where God heard the cry and now there’s a bridge that I’ll cross by and by to that holy place, made by His grace.Heaven was there, but great was the gulf. He went to the cross and He lifted me up. I who had no right to ask for God’s love. He went to the Father with more than enough. Ten-thousand angels awaited His call. But He took all our sins and He carried them all. Stretched out on a cross where He lifted me up to His Father. The reach of His mercy was more than enough.More than enough…He went to the cross and He lifted us up, His love was more than enough. More than enough…He went to the cross and He lifted us up, His love was more than enough.

I’m in Good HandsWhen I feel alone, I’m not really alone. When I feel dismayed, He says “Don’t be afraid.” When the world around me changes like the shifting sands, His word still stands. I’m in good hands.When the nights are long, He sees me through. When it hurts He says ‘I’ve been there too.” I like to think that I don’t worry but I sometimes do. Though He never fails to see me through.I know I’m in good hands, when the night is long, when the valley’s low, when I’m not that strong. Upon that cross, all my hope still stands. Because they were nail-scarred for me. I know I’m in good hands.He touched the blind and they could see. He made the lame to walk like me. And the very hands that offer hope to the lost, are the same hands nailed to that cross.I know I’m in good hands, when the night is long, when the valley’s low, when I’m not that strong. Upon that cross, all my hope still stands. Because they were nail-scarred for me… I know I’m in good hands… when the night is long, when the valley’s low, when I’m not that strong. Upon that cross, all my hope still stands. Because they were nail-scarred for me, there’s no place I would rather be… I know I’m in good hands.

“All the darkness in the world cannot extinguish the light of a single candle.” –Francis of Assisi

Finish Well, Finish Strong, Finish EmptyMany years ago I met the Master. He calmed the storms raging in my soul. He saved me though I was unworthy. To take me up on high, He reached way down low. It wasn’t long till Satan came to whisper, “You belong to me, forget these plans.” But the cross tells a very different story. He has the receipt in His nail-scarred hands.High upon the cross, He gave everything. He laid everything on the line so I could hear the angels sing. All I’ve ever needed was in that crimson flow. I’m gonna stand and testify and tell everybody that I know. Don’t want to hold back even just a little ‘cause he didn’t hold back for me. I’m gonna finish well…finish strong…finish empty.Now you and I must run the race for Heaven. Surely we’ll encounter on the way other roads that take us from our journey. But other roads might have a toll to pay. Now is not the time to lose my courage. I’ve got to make it there some way some how. It’s the time to run and not be weary. I still wouldn’t take nothing for my journey now…High upon the cross, He gave everything. He laid everything on the line so I could hear the angels sing. All I’ve ever needed was in that crimson flow. I’m gonna stand and testify and tell everybody that I know. I don’t want to hold back even just a little ‘cause he didn’t hold back for me. I’m gonna finish well…finish strong…finish empty.High upon the cross, He gave everything. He laid everything on the line so I could hear the angels sing. All I’ve ever needed was in that crimson flow. I’m gonna stand and testify and tell everybody that I know. Don’t want to hold back even just a little ‘cause he didn’t hold back for me. I’m gonna finish well…finish strong…finish empty. Oh I Don’t want to hold back even just a little ‘cause he didn’t hold back for me. I’m gonna finish well…finish strong…finish empty.

He’s Always Been a FriendHe’s always been a friend I can count on. He was a friend on Calvary. No greater love has one shown another. Even back then, Jesus had been a great friend to me.We live in times when mankind seeks comfort in all of the things that soon pass away. But I have found a heavenly treasure. There’ll be a friend standing with me on that homecoming day.He’s always been a friend I can count on. He was a friend on Calvary. No greater love has one shown another. Even back then, Jesus had been a great friend to me.I’ve many friends I’ve met on this journey. Through good times and bad, our burdens we shared. But there is a friend who brought me salvation. Oh what other friend can walk with me here then carry me there.He’s always been a friend I can count on. He was a friend on Calvary. No greater love has one shown another. Even back then, Jesus had been a great friend to me. Even back then, Jesus had been a great friend to me.

“Then spake Jesus again unto them, saying, I am the light of the world: he that followeth me shall not walk in darkness, but shall have the light of life.” John 8:12

God Is PowerfulOn my own I know I am not that strong. When I try to handle things myself, everything goes wrong. When I place my life in the Savior’s hands every mountain will tremble at the sound of His command.God is powerful. Does the impossible. Loves the unlovable, and sets them free. Sees the undoable. Does something beautiful. God is powerful, with love for you and me.He can calm the seas, He can raise the dead. He can give sight to the blind; raise the lame man from his bed. And the God of then is still God today. Find someone who’s had an answered prayer, they’ll tell you (they will tell you).God is powerful. Does the impossible. Loves the unlovable, and sets them free. Sees the undoable. Does something beautiful. God is powerful, with love for you and me.God is powerful. (It’s so remarkable…) Does the impossible. (chains were unbreakable…) Loves the unlovable. (He broke the chains… and sets them free. (He set me free…) Sees the undoable. (it’s unbelievable…) Does something beautiful. (He’s more than capable…) God is powerful, with love for you and me.God is powerful. Does the impossible. Loves the unlovable, and sets them free. Sees the undoable. Does something beautiful. God is powerful, with love for you and me. God is powerful with love for you and me. Oh God is powerful (oh yes He is!)

The Refrigerator Door At seven she knew the Golden Rule. She memorized it at her Sunday School. Her grandparents took her every week. Her mom and dad, right now they don’t speak. She ran through the door, with something they’d made. Glitter and glue and a smile on her face. Her mommy was proud, and just like before, she put her masterpiece on the refrigerator door.Cotton ball sheep; an old wooden cross made of Popsicle sticks reaching out to the lost. Coloring pages cut out of a book. Crayola Red for the life that they took. Hanging right there, plain as could be, salvation’s story so rich and so free. Her mom didn’t need that stuff anymore. Oh but just in case, there’s a picture of grace on the refrigerator door.Now it’s never easy to parent alone. One stormy night he didn’t come home. She wondered how things could be where they are. She sat in the kitchen alone in the dark. She whispered a prayer; she gave up the fight. The answer was there in the pale moonlight.Cotton ball sheep, an old wooden cross made of Popsicle sticks reaching out to the lost. Coloring pages cut out of a book. Crayola Red for the life that they took. Hanging right there, plain as could be, salvation’s story so rich and so free. It never touched her like this before, with tears on her face, she found grace on the refrigerator door.Daughters grow up; they move away. They start a family and maybe some day, life takes a turn and she’s full of doubt; she’ll come home to figure things out. A fresh cup of coffee; a moment of grace, down from the attic and back into place…

Lovingly placed as they were before, all of the answers were right there on the refrigerator door.Cotton ball sheep, an old wooden cross made of Popsicle sticks reaching out to the lost. Coloring pages cut out of a book. Crayola Red for the life that they took. Hanging right there, plain as could be, salvation’s story so rich and so free. For all of the things that life has in store, and when everything’s wrong, He was there all along on the refrigerator door. Thank God for grace, glitter and paste on the refrigerator door.

What It Comes Down to Is MeI wasn’t standing there underneath that cross; couldn’t look into the eyes of one who came to save the lost. I didn’t see the blood. I didn’t see the tears. Yet it doesn’t matter for it flows throughout the years.What it comes down to is me. That perfect gift of love on that cross of Calvary. The precious blood of Jesus flowing down that rugged tree. What it flows down to; what it comes down to is me.For God so loved the world, He gave His only Son. He would have faced the cross if I were the only one. The trial in Pilot’s Hall; I see the whole design. The cross He carried up Golgotha’s hill that day was mine.What it comes down to is me. That perfect gift of love on that cross of Calvary. The precious blood of Jesus flowing down that rugged tree. What it flows down to; what it comes down to is me.The blood of my salvation is still flowing across the generations to today. From His precious hands and feet and down the timbers. Will I receive His gift of mercy…or will I turn away?What it comes down to is me. That perfect gift of love on the cross of Calvary. The precious blood of Jesus flowing down that rugged tree. What it flows down to; what it comes down to is me. What it flows down to; what it comes down to is me.

Couldn’t Feel Any BetterCouldn’t feel any better, if I was any better then you better be holding me down.I was one of a few sitting there in the pew in the church many years ago. They told about a cross and about salvation; things that I didn’t really know. But I heard God calling; soon I was falling to my knees and He saved my soul. When it was time for me to give a testimony I wanted everybody there to know…Couldn’t feel any better, if I was any better then you better be holding me down. Looking for the ceiling ‘cause I kind of got a feeling that I might be leaving the ground. Was it like this for Daniel or David or Paul when the chains unbound? Couldn’t feel any better, if I was any better then you better be holding me down.A long time ago, everybody knows the three who were thrown in the fire. The king wore a scowl, they wouldn’t bow. He said make the flames even higher. Oh but everything changed when the fourth man came. The same God moves today. Is there anybody here who feels like singing? Anybody here who has to say…Couldn’t feel any better, if I was any better then you better be holding me down. Looking for the ceiling ‘cause I kind of got a feeling that I might be leaving the ground. Was it like this for Daniel or David or Paul when the chains unbound? Couldn’t feel any better, if I was any better then you better be holding me down.Couldn’t feel any better, if I was any better then you better be holding me down. Looking for the ceiling ‘cause I kind of got a feeling that I might be leaving the ground. Was it like this for Daniel or David or Paul when the chains unbound? Couldn’t feel any better, if I was any better then you better be holding me down. Couldn’t feel any better, if I was any better then you better be holding me down.

Tell Me You Saw MeWe live in a day when people are searching for their moment in the spotlight. That man’s adoration may bring them comfort when they lay their head down at night. In the world’s eyes I may be just ordinary, and sometimes I don’t belong. But I’d rather be a lighthouse they can see when the storms of life come along.Tell me you saw me walking with Jesus, trying to live by His word. Tell me you knew me by my testimony, humble and serving the Lord. Tell me my story reflected His glory; you saw His love on my face. Tell me you saw me walking with Jesus, I’ll tell you it’s by His grace.I’ll never know what it means to have riches. I’ll never know wealth or fame. I’m laying up treasures this world can’t measure; a robe and a crown that I’ll gain. You may think my mission may lack ambition, but I’m glad God’s set me free. And though I’m not worthy to point souls to Calvary, Lord let them see You in me.Tell me you saw me walking with Jesus, trying to live by His word. Tell me you knew me by my testimony, humble and serving the Lord. Tell me my story reflected His glory; you saw His love on my face. Tell me you saw me walking with Jesus, I’ll tell you it’s by His grace. Tell me you saw me walking with Jesus, I’ll tell you it’s by His grace.

Fly, Fly Away Little BirdieFly fly away little birdie. Do you know you make me wish that you were here when the day is done? Fly fly away little birdie. I know you’re gonna show me how strong you are when the hard times come. I will be right here when the hard times come.Fly fly away little birdie. Don’t know who you’re gonna be. Taking on the whole world all alone. Fly fly away little birdie. Don’t lose your way back to me. It can be a long road coming home. I will be right here when you come home.Chasing fire-flies is a lot more fun than saying “remember when?” I’d trade a jar of memories if we could just go back and do it all again.Fly fly away little birdie. Someday you’re gonna see me in a different light than you do now. Fly fly away little birdie. These pages turn so quickly, everything comes back around some how. Someday you’ll be where I am right now.Watching as the world went by, wondering why I never did slow down. Always looking out ahead instead of seeing all the things that I had found.Fly fly away little birdie. Do you know you make me wish that you were here when the day is done? Fly fly away little birdie. I know you’re gonna show me how strong you are when the hard times come. I will be right here when the hard times come. Oh I will be right here…

I’m Gonna Wish I Had Worried LessRemember when we had no worries. Not a care in the world; we were young. Laughing and playing, no time for tears. But in a few years they would come. Now everyday has its problems. They only get worse everyday. When I’m overwhelmed I remember something my dad used to say.Looking back through the years, turning back every page God was there all the time, every step of the way. We live by His grace; doing our best. Yet we can’t help but to worry and fret. When the bills are all due, when the words come out wrong When the dreams that we have never do come along. But God always works things out for the best. Looking back now I can see I was blessed. When it’s all said and done and the race has been run I’m gonna wish I had worried less.The years really do turn like pages. How quickly the chapters are done. We’re a little bit older and wiser, with a few less miles left to run. Not everyday had the storm clouds; not everyday sunny skies. But there’ll be a day when we’ll all look back and maybe then we’ll realize…Looking back through the years, turning back every page God was there all the time, every step of the way. We live by His grace; doing our best. Yet we can’t help but to worry and fret. When the bills are all due, when the words come out wrong When the dreams that we have never do come along. But God always works things out for the best. Looking back now I can see I was blessed. When it’s all said and done and the race has been run I’m gonna wish I had worried less. When it’s all said and done and my race has been run, I’m gonna wish I had worried less.

produced by: Jeff Collins and Mark Bishoptracking recording engineers: Scott Barnett, Jack Mascari and Van Atkins at Crossroads Studios, Arden, NCmixed and mastered by: Scott Barnett at Crossroads Studios, Arden, NCphotography: Sandlin Gaithergraphic design: Lynn O’Hara, Art & Design Denmusicians:Jeff Collins – piano, keyboardsTony Creasman – drums, percussionJeremy Medkiff – bass and electric guitarsDavid Johnson – acoustic guitar, mandolin, fiddle, resonator guitar, harmonica, steel guitar, banjoMilton Smith – orchestrationsbackground vocals and choir arranged by: Jeff Collinsbackground vocalists: Mylon Hayes, Valerie Medkiff, Chris Allmanchoir directed by: Wesley Pritchard

guest vocalists: Chris Freeman Vocal recorded at The Writing Room Studio, Franklin, TN. Engineer Dony McGuireChris Freeman appears courtesy of Golden Vine RecordsArthur Rice, Loren Harris, Jerry Martin, Jeff Chapman; recorded by Arthur Rice at The Room, Sevierville, TN. Kingdom Heir members appear courtesy of Sonlite RecordsKenneth Bishop; recorded at Crossroads Studios, Arden, NCfor booking information:

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label coordinators:a&r executive: Chris Whitea&r associate: Greg Bentleystudio services: Jeff Collinsdistribution services: Scott Wagnerradio services: Jim Stoverfinancial services: Vickie Collinsmarketing director: Ty GilpinAll songs written by Mark Bishop, Possum Run Music (BMI) Chris White Music (BMI) Asheville Music Publishing (BMI)Crayola is a trademark of the Crayola LLCPopsicle is a trademark of the Unilever Group of Companies

1. More Than Enough 4:09

2. I’m in Good Hands 3:17

3. Finish Well, Finish Strong, Finish Empty 3:07

4. He’s Always Been a Friend featuring Kenneth Bishop 3:08

5. God Is Powerful 2:39

6. The Refrigerator Door 4:48

7. What It Comes Down to Is Me 3:19

8. Tell Me You Saw Me 3:09

9. Couldn’t Feel Any Better featuring Chris Freeman 2:22

10. Fly, Fly Away Little Birdie 3:12

11. I’m Gonna Wish I Had Worried Less 3:24

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