Newsboys - Live With Abandon Lyrics

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Newsboys - Live With Abandon

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"Praising my own name leaves me dry."

That line from the Newsboys hits a nerve. Most Sunday mornings, I look out at the room and wonder how many of us showed up because we’re tired of the noise we’ve been making for ourselves all week. We spend six days polishing our reputations and stacking up minor victories, only to find the tank empty when the alarm goes off on Sunday. It’s an honest admission, and it’s the only place we can actually start if we want to get anywhere near worship.

But then, the song pivots to the word "abandon."

As someone who spends a lot of time mapping out how a room moves through a set list, "abandon" is a dangerous word. It sounds noble, but if you aren't careful, it becomes a performance of intensity. You can scream "abandon" at the top of your lungs while still holding your ego with an iron grip. It’s easy to sing about dropping everything when the lights are low and the rhythm is driving, but it’s a whole different matter on a Tuesday when the "everything" you’re supposed to drop is your pride or your comfort.

The lyric "I place in Your hands" is the crucial hinge here. It’s a quiet move in a loud song.

There’s a tension in the New Testament about this kind of surrender. When the rich young ruler came to Jesus, he was looking for a "higher calling," too. He wanted his life to count. But he couldn't let go of the very things that were actually anchoring him to the ground. When Jesus told him to sell everything, he walked away grieving. He wanted the life, but he wouldn't pay the price of abandonment.

This is where the song leaves me a little uneasy. We sing these words as a declaration—"I’m not looking back, I’m done with that"—as if it’s a simple decision we make in a moment. But isn't the truth that we are constantly having to re-surrender? We give, we pull back, we give again.

When the last note of this track hits, I don't want the congregation to feel like they’ve just checked a box of spiritual sincerity. I want them to be stuck with the reality that "abandon" isn't an emotion you work up; it’s a position you take against your own self-preservation. It’s the difference between singing about a cross and actually walking toward one.

Are we ready to let the dryness stay, or are we just looking for the next rush of feeling to bridge the gap? I’m not sure. But at least the admission that we’ve been praising our own names—that’s a start. That’s the only way we ever find the hands that were pierced for us.