Just a Boy Doin Jesus Things

Born and raised in the house of the lord
Flags hung high from every wall
In church on Sunday and most Wednesdays
Every chance to know you God
Makin friends and making enemies
One of many-he’s just a kid
Doin Jesus things as they did
And God I thank you for it

Oh to know the greater measure
Of your grace at thirteen
And oh to mean my holy holy
Just a boy doin Jesus things

Lecture hall and chapel hour
Flags hung high from every wall
Oh to know this man named Jesus
To know him like they did
And on that day in my weakness
You spoke your word was clear as day
That you’ve never left and you’re never leaving
And I’m worth the price that you had paid

Oh to know the greater measure
Of your grace at nineteen
And oh to mean my holy holy
Just a boy doin Jesus things

Sittin here in the armchair
Known and loved by the king
I know there’s room at the table for me
And I know I know you like I know you
Why you took the time to look on me
I’ll never know for all my days
But now I mean my holy holy
And God I thank you for it

Now I know a greater measure
Of your grace I’m learning
To walk with you is dying daily
Just a boy doin Jesus things
Was just a boy doin Jesus things
And now I’m a boy doin Jesus things