A few miles from Paradise Island,
A few yards from an open grave,
I found the Queen of Contentment.
She’s singing while the radio plays,
While the radio plays.
She struck me as a little bit crazy,
Life threatened by a cruel disease,
Legs taken by a drunken driver.
How can anyone be so free?
I said, What do you want?
She said, More of Jesus.
What do you need?
I need more of Him.
What can I bring you?
Bring me more of Jesus.
Pastor sits in his tiny office,
‘Bout as small as his work is grand.
His mostly dying congregation
Is more alive than the rest of this island.
He says, These people are precious to Jesus.
Here nobody is turned away.
Every outcast we try to welcome
Is royalty in the Kingdom someday.
What do they want?
They want more of Jesus.
What do they need?
They need more of Him.
What can I bring them?
Bring them more of Jesus.
Tell me the secret of your peace.
They turn my question back on me.
What do I want?
What do I need?
What can You bring me?
What do I want?
I want more of Jesus.
What do I need?
I need more of Him.
What can you bring me?
Bring me more of Jesus.
What do I want?
I want more of Jesus.
What do I need?
I need more of Him.
What can you bring me?
Bring me more of Jesus.
All day she pray,
And God, he say ok.
All day they pray,
and God, he say ok.A
All day we pray,
And God, he say ok.
More of Jesus.
More of Jesus.
More of
Words and Music by Jim Weber.
(c) Copyright 2001 Desperate Heart Music. All rights reserved.