I hate to break this to you
But I've got some awful news
Seems our parents as we grew up
Weren't telling us the truth

Life is not the party
The older that you get
Adulthood's gonna **** ya
If it hasn't done it yet

Never once was mentioned the fall out
Starting with the hair and teeth
I'm not sure they even would have told us
If they hadn't first lost their memory

Or that the ache
When you first awake
Will be the best
That you feel all day

And what the taxman doesn't take
The undertaker will
That is if you have anything left
After a lifetime of paying bills

Yes, never did they tell us
As we were quickly on our way
That we'd live every waking moment
With some sort of stabbing pain

Or that if and when we make it to the end
We'd lose all our self respect
Having strangers bathe and change us
In our state of drooling mess

I'm sure they thought it funny
Those wild old crazy coots
Keeping age a secret
And us out of the loop

Not sure I could ever forgive them
For all the lying that they did
I guess the only option is
Not to tell our kids...

We tend these days to shop
With money we ain’t got
Put it all on credit
Buy the entire lot

Find we're left deeper in debt
Than ever should be allowed
With the time we have left
We'll never dig our broke butts out

Are we really happy
With all the crap we have
I've come to the conclusion of
Don't even try and make me laugh

We all seem to be
On a permanent shopping spree
Accumulating all this debt
Because you see, nothing is free

With the money we ain't got
We'll all shop until we drop
As long as we have credit
We're never going to stop

Early the first Easter
The world went through a change
Starting at the tomb of Jesus
When angels rolled the stone away

Jesus died so you and I
Would forever be set free
Crucified for all mankind
Death where is your sting

Giving us the chance to start again
With him righting all our wrongs
Taking in our daily sin
As far as the day is long

All we need is to believe
The Savior sent for us
To satisfy our greatest need
Thank you, Lord, for your faithfulness

Two thousand years ago
Today we celebrate
The sacrifice of Jesus
On this Easter day

When both Jesus and our hopes were raised

By: Maddison Colman & Mike Hauser

Before it up and runs away
Where there's nothing left to save
Make the best before too late
On what remains of the day

Never give up on the hope
Even if the tide is low
The boat you're in can still be rowed
A struggle that we all have known

Look hard enough you're bound to find
All you need do is try
Reach out while still in mid-flight
And grab ahold the best of life

This life gives us plenty room
To do all that we can do
It's up to you in how you choose
The direction that you move

If you're not careful where it counts
You end up letting yourself down
Before you decide to check out
Take another look around

Guaranteed if you try
There's a lot that you will find
If you reach out in mid-flight
And grab ahold the best of life

Packed tight into this moment
Silent as a lamb
Before his accusers
Stands the Great I Am

Planned from the beginning
Prophesy foretold
Our ever-giving Savior
Brings us back into the fold

All of this goes against
Satan's evil schemes
To draw mankind away from God's side
To try and thwart our destiny

God's purpose was to suffer
For the sin of all mankind
Take the corruption from, a world come undone
Bringing it back into line

A Friday like no other
The Goodness that it grasps
Who else but the Creator
Could love us like Jesus has

what we have here
is clearly a misunderstanding
when the words were tossed
and where the wrong ones landed
it wasn't my intention
certainly, didn't plan it
the little that we had
took it all for granted

before this movie starts
we're at the intermission
close to crossing hearts
if only we would listen
life is give and take
but few lean on the giving
if i had to guess
there's clearly something missing

ever close to closing in
and already on the outs
shallow in our figuring
what this is all about
no one here will ever win
in this never-ending roundabout
if you're asking me
don't look now, down for the count

we met up in a coffee shop
over iced mocha frappes
that very day, fate showed its face
as we were heading, both the same way

in life and in attitude
taking it straight to the man
showing the world a thing or two
or at least that seems to be the plan

day after day in the city scape
for the latest round of protests
not afraid to have our say
between me and my little activist

meeting weekly for months on end
expressing our feelings over expresso
conspiring in this robber's den
pouring over our latest manifesto

we never know what ought to set us off
the newest injustice coming down the pike
after all who can count the cost
when turning all these wrongs to right

day after day in the city scape
round after round of protests
we've done our share, but nothing much has changed
between me and my little activist