"Gospel Activists"
It's on again, brothers born again
"Yes we are," "Christology"
I got my crew up in here. We got a question
Hook
Tell me, what'chu been in here for?
Does anybody love God anymore?
Tell me, what'chu been in here for?
Does anybody love God anymore?
You know who it is when we come through your town
Look around, the time for salvation is now
Who's got their hands on the plow?
Throw your hands in the air if you're down
Verse 1
From the Philly pad I've been servin' Christ and now it's really bad
Nonbelievers are treating Jesus like a silly fad
Weak like the spot Achilles had they got me really mad
Talking 'bout relationships they never really had
The k** me dag but it's not about the sk**s we have
Because the city is sickly the need the Balm on Gilead
Known for doin' things that's odd to see like the Iliad
Like standing on top of the water like a lily pad
The Life Giver who turns my heart like a river
From when it was trashy and when it was nasty like liver
He fills His quiver with children with who follow His orders
Sons and daughters
Who've been changed like dollars to quarters
"Holla"
He'll pour you grace and then give you some more grace
Give you wisdom when you're in a trial like a court case
Can't show you the pure face but you can get the pure taste goodness
Never running out like your draw space
All sing to the only acceptable offering
All things reconciled by His d**h on the cross beam
With blood that was clean, and blood that "ca-ching!"
He purchased men so that must mean worship the King
God the Son - the only One with a plan to redeem
Stronger that the Army-Navy, Air force, and the Marines
Elohim the A to Z and all that's in between
The Supreme who could have let us fall yet intervened
Called the elect made sure we accept
Roots us in Christ so we can grow like a chia pet
So hail the King, priest and prophet
The inexhaustible topic The Person
Of God you can peep with your optic
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Verse 2
In the eyes of this world my life is trife
They don't understand when I say I've died to Christ
Died to my rights
Livin' selfless, render myself helpless
Trustin' God, set my heart where his eternal wealth is
What else is there to live for, what else is there to hope in still
I bow to Christ with a broken will
Becoming broken bread and poured out wine
When seen with the natural eye
Authentic Christian livin' blows the mind
What validates my faith go check
You'll see from the holy scroll to the codex
That God inspires the whole text
The scriptural facts will surprise
And paralyze you like broke necks
Shake up your whole set
Leave your soul vexed
I pray you dream of His Holiness and wake up in cold sweats
Can't dissolve the mixture
No matter how odd the picture
You can't deny the God of scripture
Equipped with the
Truths that transform becoming a thorn where man swarm
We bring the real when we kingdom build upon the rock
He's the one you can either stand on
Or be the one whom he lands on
Weather the sinkin sand storms
Until you realize there's no other God
Worth taking a chance on
We keep our hands on the plow breaking up the fallow ground
While Christ can found seek him and follow now
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Verse 3
It's been told that men without
Christ would face insurmountable odds
And the greatest of these would be a close encounter with God
(and you don't want that) even though your free to give it a try
100% before the Most High
Either live it or die
Cause ever since Adam sinned life was done
But thanks to Christ the Son
When d**h marked us up with it's pricin' gun
Jesus came and smiled and paid
For us all and brought the work of sin to an
End like the child labor law
When the wild and wayward saw
That in Jesus God forgave us all who repented
And consented that our way was wrong
Then they saw why the truth rocks us
So hard enough to work arduous
To bogard yo just pardon us. Like the
Marginous distance between Mars and us
Understand men are from dust and
Smart enough or large enough to harness
Up and jump the marvelous distance
Between us and God we just tarnish up His image
My mission is to open eyes
And I'm steady mobilizin'
Because of the hope I find in Jesus, tougher than
Teflon, hung with the common thugs
Though He had more cla** than Upper Eshelon
I'm in love with the way He put us back together, life was broke
Then Christ came in handy like Black and Decker
The fact is pleasure could never measure up black
To Christ so tell us where's your treasure at
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