Disciple Eternal - Interlude 2 (Redemption) lyrics

[Disciple Eternal] I can't help but see the signature of the I Am When I look at what He made with His hands He separated the waters from the land Everything's going exactly how He planned Except for one thing; that's our corruption Twixt us and Him, there's a disruption That doesn't mean we've fallen from His favour Just that from His path, we've begun to waver Luckily, our God's love ain't fake He came to fix us up, like food on a plate Jesus didn't come down to arbitrate He came down to set us straight Now, if you can look at your life and say "I don't need God" Then you're someone I got to applaud 'Cause I need God; I know I do 'Cause I ain't perfect, and neither is you See, you might think that without Jesus, you're good and well But good feelings won't help you if you go to Hell You might be able to spit a good verse But that ain't finna help you once they put you in a hearse See, once we in the ground I don't think it matters what sound we made while we's alive 'Cause if you ain't realized it yet, we dead after we died But there is a way to reverse the curse A way to get up out of the hearse Do you want to know what that is? It's loving the one who loved us first Now, you might think you the worst kind of sinner But in that competition I don't think you the winner And you better get comfortable, bro, 'cause I'm finna Tell you how I got saved In the system is how I was raised Don't know my mom or dad; don't really care to When I heard I's in a new family, I's like where to? When I started going to church, I didn't love the Lord If He loved me, what'd he put me through pain for? I didn't realize how wrong I was at the time But I'ma be honest in this rhyme I told people I was a Christian, knowing full well I was a liar I was glad I did, 'cause all the pressure made me tired So I continued on in my sinful ways In chains to Satan and a willing slave I praise myself in the week, but God on Sundays I didn't expect my life to be shattered like clay I broke some rules, straight skipped getting them bended And though I was protected, my purity wasn't defended Yet here I stand, wholly forgiven by the Most High Which couldn't happen if I weren't loved by El Shaddai So don't ever let me hear you say you can't be forgiven by the Messaiah Trust me; Trust in Him, and your whole life will be rewired