So dies hard, right? But when humbled, God shows up in burning bushes May we step into the fray like "I got to say" May we no armies, no weapons, no ceremonial authority Just a walking of an old-timer and not an ounce of fear May we have a faith birthed out of a of promise A reflex caused by you know to be true of God Life is not a book There are no perfect victims or villains, us We are oxygen tanks tossed to capsize murderers Resting on his power of deliverance and the to accomplish it May I stand in the of what Babylon is biting In the of the best metaphor of what love exists for May my legacy be permanently with those hated An exodus from with zero concern for what Pharaoh thinks May we be crooked And we are not those without hope or hoping in hope Resurrection shows that this is not our home We are sojourners living out what a past action us With the knowledge that we have yet to see the of what it got us All of groaning, labor aches and pains Like the of a planet's moon could make Saturn's rings My soul covered in blood stains Blessing is a perspective, the ironic gift of If I could the feeling where every morning's a blessing 'Cause every breath could be your last one man, that's the Be patient with one another, be 'cause our time is short Remember you too were once in darkness he brought forth Christ the hope of glory sealed our Purchased permanently, by only Him But my mouth has yet to catch up with my heart knows And my heart is still lightyears behind my library, scary no plaques on my wall 'Cept the influence I had on those with plaques on they It could a man salty like "when it finna be my turn?" And a lower me is towards an attitude beneath me And I am like them, a systemic participant Longing for escape and hoping in Yeah, in salvation Waiting for the day He make the crooked way
We march on a road And we raise our And we our eyes Justice is going to Like a wide Like a wide
state of our soul's gentrification But the purchaser ain't put us out, he all our mortgages And repaved the streets and homes for the orphans Once under the thumb of an unbearable slum Dumb son of a gun said rescue could never come And we all believed him and took into our own hands And made a filthy mess of our own And crimes of survival, they proof of a flawed system And we only got ourselves to blame, our cheating hearts But the hope of trans-cultural and acceptance erased racism and sexism, the blessed Day we look down on the poor like we ain't like them And they not us and gender ain't off a suicide??] among us The already but not yet, so we look for it joy and anticipation For when the time keeper soon and make the crooked way straight
We march on a road And we raise our And we our eyes Justice is going to Like a river Like a wide
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