December 3, 2018
Lord we come to you humbly and boldly,
through the we are given
we thank you that now
we are holy
We thank you for deliverance
we thank you for healing
no matter where we stand today,
it is your work on the cross in our faith,
that we believe we are free from prison
Use us heavenly father
we need you,
we submit to your will for the mission
you blessed us with heavenly gifts and
we must put them to work in the end
'cause we know that time is ticking
Lord, whatever you're doing
don't do it without us;
you've given us the victory
over the world where we used to be
No more bondage, captivity, poverty
Lord I declare and decree souls free,
not just for the generation changers
but also for the elderly
Victory says its never too late,
victory means new-beginnings,
we win a clean slate
no more sickness or disease
no more fake, blessings coming on time now
no longer late
The wages of sin is death,
but the gift of God is eternal life
as we sow we reap victory snatching
souls out of the fire
Lord we thank you,
we thank you as we pray
release angels that they go before us
as we work in the field
We all got one thing in common
what the church deems:
"called out ones"
and as we stand n unity
today Pops, your will be done
on earth as it is in heaven
in Jesus' name,
hear the church say:
If I can live and die for Christ,
then I can open eyes and give sight
Lead a nation like Moses did so when
I'm speaking, it enlightens lives.
Paint the perception in my mind,
they'll see a mighty God vs. Satan.
To reject all that was paid for is
to neglect the Lord when the world ends.
Reap what you sow, not just a tenth.
I'm not sneak dissing or arguing,
to set a trend is to tell the truth
don't take from it and create a myth.
Molded from the dust by Elohim,
in layman's terms that's God with us.
Coughing up smoke from the fire,
once burnt in hell but saved by Messiah.
Work for Satan, never worshipped him,
because the seeds he sewed didn't get me high enough.
Traded on him for the highly things,
sold out for the Godly stuff.
I never said I won't fall or nothing,
but when the cameras on I'm still runnin',
God working and I'm feeling that,
convicted now when I carry straps.
But I pray to God for that armored vest,
So when I sin against him I'm still clothed in flesh.
Holding on like I'm the chosen one,
like Tupac, I'm coming back.
Nowadays they copycatting, everybody wants to shoot,
got us all wearing R.I.P. shirts because dying in the hood
is a known act.
But all it takes is time and patience and dreams come true,
that's a known fact.
I'm here to say many things but to make a long story
short, he's coming back.
Martin Luther King with his dream
Rosa Parks decides to stay
Harriet Tubman on the train
And Christ on the Cross.
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