[Introduction]
Welcome
We've gathered together just to praise the Lord

[Verse 1]
I got a question
What’s the deal with all these racist people?
All sinners are created equal
We got the same disease, there’s only one medicine
Can’t change our steez, so the Son deaded sin
If you’re chillin’ without the awesome God-Man
Then you’re building your house on top of soft sand
Then you all will flop and fall and drop
Unless you crawl on top the solid Rock
Your talk is cheap, you missed His program
He washed our feet, let’s kiss His toe jam
I spit these rhymes with a fishing line
And God got my back like a “Kick Me” sign
I was a rotten animal, a lost abandoned soul
I eat of Christ’s body, but I’m not a cannibal
By His grace, I bomb fun rhyme schemes
With more verses of praise than Psalm 119

[Hook 1]
Surely His story is glorious, plus more than this
To ignore His gift, that’s an enormous risk (2x)
[Verse 2]
I’m rowdy and shouting about Calvary Mountain
Cowards that doubt Him can drown in a fountain
Now I’m just counting down to see the face of Jesus
He makes the taste of His grace the sweetest
My cup runneths over, yo son Jehovah
Says to come to Him, whether drunk or sober
So drop on your knees yo, if you're coughing your weed bro
God is my Hero, not Robert DeNiro
I’d smoke and get arrested, I was slow and ineffective
But hope is manifested, cause Jehovah’s resurrected
Accept His sacrifice, He treats us mercifully
Invest in afterlife, know Jesus personally
Ayo for the Lord, I flow with no fear
That’s why I’m rocking Fodalo gear
Without the Holy Spirit to guide believers
We’d go the wrong route like blind wide receivers

[Verse 3]
They crucified the Man, He’s the true divine “I AM” [Yahweh]
You can’t find His glory at the Guggenheim Museum
We all are sinners, see we’ve fallen miserably
Exalt the Trinity, follow Paul’s ministry
And start the campaign for the Lamb slain
Cause man’s lame, he stands blamed in his sand frame
Claim your fate is secure, but will you make it for sure?
Better trust in Christ, God doesn’t grade on a curve
It’s not from works, we’re saved through faith alone
We’re awful jerks, but He’s made salvation known
Praise His gracious throne, He dropped my curse
I’m lost on earth, someday He’ll take me home
Some zealous believers, we’re jealous for Jesus
So I spit everywhere like when an elephant sneezes
With the mic device, I invite the sheisty type
To “come on down”, cause Christ’s “Price is Right”
[Outro]
DJ Essence
(Cuts)