I.C. Jonez - All The Nations lyrics

[Intro: JGivens] Run [Verse 1: I.C. Jonez] No plate tectonics No Nostradamus No philosophical knowledge will breakdown Abba Casa, deluge, no doze, no snooze No walk in the park, nah no [?] Boisterous winds Faith from within Help you walk on water Demons get slaughtered It's a done [?], break you off something [?] All I do is Pray for Wacka Flocka I'm a puppet and God is my master, waka waka waka Ha yeah, like most monsters How we gonna conquers Wild out Like [?] Cheerleaders for Christ A bunch of pom-pomers We pretty hype, can't get much calmer Army of the Lord, protected by the armour Jesus raised from the dead, who lives longer [Hook: JGivens] I sent you a crop that you did not work for Harvest the crop of the life eternal I sent you a harvest you did not plan (what) I planted the truth in the Son of Man Go and make disciples of all the nations (what) Go and make disciples of all the nations (what) All the nations (what) All the nations (what) Go and make disciples of all the nations (what) [Verse 2: JGivens] Go, follow the Gatekeeper The mediator to the Father Creator of every creature He's the flow of Living Water preacher So you can catch us Dancing at the fountain like Moesha That's what we in pursuit of To spread His good news, word to mouth no Buddha The body is the temple If Christ is the ruler then the Spirits running through it like them blue barracudas They mocked Him and spilled His blood They watched Him [?] to the skies above Now praise to the Lamb who showed them love So they fit in His hand, no OJ glove Praise be to my Hero 'cuz He saved me, set my soul free like that zero was And He so loves He allowed His only child to get rolled up in place of your blood [Hook] [Verse 3: Doc Jones] Since I gave my life to the one true King I've been trying to tell the world about the grace He brings Sound the ring-ring Break chains, they cling Freedom for those who really [?], sing sing Every nation we will go Multiply disciples Plant a seed, we sow and sow He's the One who make it grow So we harvest those He chose Only time will show If you were sent then you will know Hit the road and go Don't call Him Lord if you don't follow His command to tell the world to make disciples I'm a D-I-S-C-I-P-L-E Servant of the Lord 'til I D-I-E To the end of the Earth Bring truth to the cursed Riding with the Body like I'm driving a hearse The crop is on souls living dead, hard cold Right here in Sin City a valley of dry bones [Hook]