Red Cross {Give Life}
What a straight and narrow path we walk
Even when entangled in a web of lies we weave
Believe He, can bring you out and you shall recieve
All that you ask for, all that you're after
Can and will become evidence of His existence
And His light will glow in you so bright
Your haters will need "hater-blockers", Just so they can gaze
Upon the rings around your aura, and that's the dimmest part of you
They believe that you're holier than thou
When the truth is, your solar-powered
Gaining strength from the Son because you're super, man
And God chews up and spits out death every hour
So you're caught in sin, then, your life is devoured
Leaving a fowl stench in His nostrils and tastebuds grow sour
So why should He keep you around when you're hurting His body
On the altar ritually, pleading habitually, but never saying sorry
As if God, my Father, has to win over your heart
When He made your body, and being connected to His,
Could stop your breathing in the blink of an eye
So you trust in Him always, no matter what
Stand firm on His rock no matter how many rootworkers
Try to uproot your ground, pray for strength like Samson
Who lost his connection with God, but gained it back
By realizing what he'd done
God will have mercy since He leads you
Believe that mercy is married to goodness
And they follow you as you walk in His steps
God calls you for labor until your last breath...
Even when entangled in a web of lies we weave
Believe He, can bring you out and you shall recieve
All that you ask for, all that you're after
Can and will become evidence of His existence
And His light will glow in you so bright
Your haters will need "hater-blockers", Just so they can gaze
Upon the rings around your aura, and that's the dimmest part of you
They believe that you're holier than thou
When the truth is, your solar-powered
Gaining strength from the Son because you're super, man
And God chews up and spits out death every hour
So you're caught in sin, then, your life is devoured
Leaving a fowl stench in His nostrils and tastebuds grow sour
So why should He keep you around when you're hurting His body
On the altar ritually, pleading habitually, but never saying sorry
As if God, my Father, has to win over your heart
When He made your body, and being connected to His,
Could stop your breathing in the blink of an eye
So you trust in Him always, no matter what
Stand firm on His rock no matter how many rootworkers
Try to uproot your ground, pray for strength like Samson
Who lost his connection with God, but gained it back
By realizing what he'd done
God will have mercy since He leads you
Believe that mercy is married to goodness
And they follow you as you walk in His steps
God calls you for labor until your last breath...
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