Coal Cash - Gift Of The Spirit lyrics

[Coal Cash] Praise Jesus, praise the Father Holy Spirit look over me on this one As if these thoughts were even mine, I feel I'd see better if I was blind There's trouble up ahead but never read the warning sign I see the forming lines combine even before the rhyme Spawned by the divine before the dawning of time Before the first warning shine to define the forms He'd find He formulate designs for the blueprints of mankind We were foreign to fornication but Satan had more in mind Flawed by the temptation, forsaken the taste divine And I'm not surprised we weren't wise to the deception And he believed the lies of the serpent without a question Adam fell hypnotized to the s**ual bound suggestion Couldn't fathom that their lives would have intellectuals guessing Digestion made him wise to the knowledge of good and evil If they ate the Tree of Life they would surely be as equal And this is just a prequel to the people they would spawn Forever being tainted in the city which they're born Centuries would form as we strayed further away Until we could not be numbered upon the final judgement day Someone find a way when He send His son to rep He will come to save our lives, we will send Him to His d**h But that was just in flesh, His spirit is eternal The verbal that sparked the Big Bang, the Alpha Omega journal Fertile circles of life, Jesus Christ the messiah Righteousness in His light, we incite the wild fire Higher than any monument in human accomplishment Consciousness is spirit, these lyrics will spread through continents Confidence you don't hear it, don't fear it it's glossolalia The Gospel regalia, Pentecostal paraphernalia Apostle prevailer, we the wellers of deep lament We repent for every failure derailed from our abstinence We adamant now, inhabit the clouds emphatically down Dogmatic theocratical crown Pragmatic have at it til stigmatics are found We're the underground fanatics with fantastical sound Both have found it supernatural with tactical thought Blurred through the blood of Christ who gave His life on the cross So I fight with the force of Heaven's legion behind me It reminds me stay believing, let the reasons define me I'm finally at a level where the devil is nervous I remind him of the prison when he fell to the surface It's the purpose I exist, by gift it's the sermon I know what the truth is without having to learn it So I turn into a weapon for the second of lies Versus all the false religions, really d**h in disguise We're expected to rise, realize your purpose We are Christ body reflected in the churches These are just my verses, I'm lyrically driven Don't ever waste the gifts you were spiritually given [Raze] Yeah praise God, all glory to the Father The spirit of God is my armor as I march to the battle Peter received the power to heal the sick when they were hit with a shadow Our music will start a movement that's sharper than moving arrows At the same time rhymes are soothing like using aloe Hallowed be thy name I stay praising divine Thank you for the words and knowledge that remain in my mind Not a prophet by I see the last days have arrived Was dead at sail like Edison then the light came on, I was made alive I laid the line down in the sand This man'll ride out in victory, he's giving me wisdom and strength Fear of God and understanding I'm equipped with defense Against enemy attacks I fight wars with my eyes closed I know they call me the majority won't go where I go I flow with hopes of touching the lost soul It's upsetting like the deafen ?? received by Morse code It was foretold the nature of man would grow more cold The weapons God has given us will deliver us from strongholds The Lord rose out of the tomb soon I will meet Him And when people look at me I want them to see Him I'm a constant working progress with a conscious at rest Obedience is the key to be free from a mess While I exist here it's clear that we testing hard seasons There's no reason to fear cuz I know God is leading Each step I take I make sure my sight is on high And each breath in the mic will be for Christ as I strive To break a level, make the devil tremble where he stands Cuz as long as I'm alive, the true vines connected to this branch I can't wait for the day when I'm taken from this Til then I'll pen my thoughts and thank the Lord for my gifts I'll raise the sword on this confusion, refusing to blend in I want more included in the movement used for spreading The truth and the Gospel, Christ has power to save Never fear d**h cuz I will rise out of the grave By nature, we're all depraved and enslaved to the flesh Give your life to the way, you'll break the chains and bring rest Now it's the light I crave and I'm making the best Of the time that He's set for me, my destiny's known Here me, I'm out of place cuz Heaven's really my home Clearly I'm not alone cuz the messiah lives in me You want to spiritually grow? Ok don't cave to iniquity I know we all missed the mark but are you willingly Giving in to sin, my friend began his misery God's discipline'll hit the born again cuz you belong to Him The unsaved stay in the same pattern of defeat in here There's the difference between the weed and tears God's children'll feel contrition and be filled with tears And come to find that repentance while the wicked don't care He'll separate true from the fake, can't wait to meet Him in the air [parts of sermons given by Paul Washer] "Missionaries, some of you, friends of mine, on the day you're slaughtered on the foreign fields, I want you to bleed the Gospel of Jesus Christ; bleed it! With all that is in me, I promise that we'll take care of your wife and your children; don't worry about them - but bleed the Gospel. Your blood is not as precious, nor is mine, as the Gospel of Jesus Christ… The guys pastoring the churches of 50, 60, 75 people, I'd say such a thing they're my hero. Don't despise the day of little things, and don't use people to get other people. You get people to help the people you get. That is so important. Because you know, sometimes I have this great big just, I'm burden for the world, I'm burden for the world. Yeah we're all burden, burden for the guy that lives right over there because that's gonna tell me whether you're reall sincere about all of this stuff. Are you in love missions or are you in love with souls? Also a validating character. Men, you know what the world needs to see more than anything else on the face of this Earth; men who live what they say. You're the salt of the Earth and salt has lost its saltiness. We take that as some militant call to radical Evangelism. No it's not, it's saying salt has certain properties, you lose that property, it's no longer salt. While I got news for you, disciples have certain properties, you lose those properties you're no longer a disciple. Just look at their cleanliness, poor in spirit. Am I poor in spirit? How blessed are those who mourn, am I really broken. I mean I talk well but does that mean I'm broken? Blessed are the meek, blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, I mean was I more concerned with preaching well today or getting in the word of God so that I would be a loving husband. Well to finish here. This will final out antidotes really quick. Missions is full of mundane tasks, a plow horse rather than a race horse, mentality is necessary. Missionaries are like painters, they only become famous after they're dead, and the more horrible their d**h the more famous they become. Therefore it's not a profession for the atrophies that wants to be first upon his brethren. Now listen to this one thing, Verse 49; And behold I am sending forth the promise of my Father on you, and you are to stay in that city until you are clothed with power. Listen to Matthew Henry. Christ apostles could never had planted his Gospel and set up his kingdom in the world as they did if they had not been indued with such power, and their admiral achievements prove that there was an excellent sea of power going along with them. Now listen to George Smeaton, very respected among those who read the Puritans. No more mischievous and misleading theory could be propounded nor any more dishonoring to the Holy Spirit than the principle that because the Spirit was poured out at Pentecost the Church has no need and now warrant to pray for effusions of the Spirit of God. On the contrary, the more the Church asks for the Spirit and waits for his communications, the more she receives. We are not going to spread the Gospel through the cleverness of our minds but in the power of the Holy Spirit! I don't care what you think of the words; let me ask you, ‘Are you clothed with power from on high? Become so afraid of the Holy Spirit and maybe rightly so because of all the false doctrines, but I want you to know the old Baptists, they weren't afraid, they would cry out. The old Brainerds and the old Edwards they would cry for more and more of a manifestation of the Spirit of God in their life and their ministry. Do that! Do that and you will do well."