Hook: It’s the C. to the R. to the O.S.S. We make you MOVE with the M. to the E.N.T. We preach the C. to the R. to the O.S.S. Coming at you with the Gospel frequently
Verse 1: I’m free from the bondage of having to sin having to give in loving the world’s top ten having to not win when I struggle free to love the Lord with all of my might seeing life with all of my sight vision unimpaired and clearer than ever now is my faith, my salvation nearer than ever nearer than when I first believed then when I first received life from the giver well springs spring up inside right from the river (Euphrates style) you fraidy cats prowl on the fence and howl in defense I’d rather find out how to repent to the wildest extent while this world wallows away in there childish events stuck in the mode of thuggin’ and livin for the moment livin every moment as the Lord’s opponent askin’ to be forgivin but givin’ poor atonement hopin’ the thought that there isn’t really more condones it but don’t it ever seem strange and deranged to see art work with no author’s name on the frame? The wise move is to check to see if the architect has supplied tools to help us dig deeper to fall in-love with a God who could rig Easter to rescue the rest of us from the grim reaper And if you trust Him to save you, you can trust Him to keep ya
Verse 2: Until then, my dealings and my feelings are controlled by the wheel in the middle of my will, ILL I fell hell would have caught me but Christ came And Blood brought me His love sought me, located me and so faithfully has been Making me what I am now when shall this Lord be seen as responsible for all that my team has that’s worth havin’ worth grabbin’ for with both hands, let go of earth’s fabric and come closer than you’ve ever been to your soul’s medicine jettison this world and it’s trends then yours’ and Christ’s life can begin
Verse 3: I’m not rhymin’ because I like to floss I toss mics for Christ then step to the left like a right cross and let Him take the center stage and set the temperature gage and get set to blow the spot like ten grenades ‘cause ever-since a tender age I’ve moved with the Lord and stayed where the alters and tents were made So even when the temple is raised then set ablaze, I’ll stay true and give like the Jews when the tenth was gave Transitionin’ it’s hard to find a man listenin’ to the Lord without raisin’ his hand’s dissin’ Him only true sons see His hand’s discipline and have to hand it to Him like “wow” for how he handles them That’s when you know you’re not ill-legitimate, even when you get ill a little bit Days later you still are feelin’ it you don’t understand who you dealin’ with cause you over there frontin’ and actin’ like you ain’t feelin’ it Lookin’ all hard and beatin your chest, either come to Christ and live or continue breathin to death Those are the only two options I can suggest, if you can still look at this God and not get impressed. He came from the highest of heights to the deepest of depths to buy us at sin’s price so we can be repossessed
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