Ambassador:

From the Philly pad I've been servin' Christ and now it's really __ á nonbelievers are treating Jesus like a silly fad. á á á Weak like the spot Achilles had they got me really mad. Talking 'bout á relationships they never really had. á á The kill me dog but it's not about the skills we have. Because the city is á sickly the need the Balm on Gilead. á á Known for doin' things that's odd to see like the Iliad. Like standing on top á of the water like a lily pad. á á The Life Giver who turns my heart like a river. From when it was trashy and á when it was nasty like lives. á á He fills His quiver with children with who follow His orders. Sons and á daughters who've been changed like dollars to quarters. á á Holler. He'll pour you grace and then give you some more __. Give you á wisdom when you're in a trial like a court case. á á Can't show you the pure face but you can get the pure taste goodness - á never running out like you're raw space. á á All sing to the only acceptable offering. All things reconciled by His á death on the cross beam. á á With blood that was clean, and blood that "ca-ching!". He purchased men - so á that must mean worship the King. á á God the Son - the only One with a plan to redeem. Stronger that the á Army-Navy, Air force, and the Marines. á á Elohim the A to Z and all that's in between. The Supreme who could have á let us fall yet intervened. á á Called the elect made sure we accept. Roots us in Christ so we can grow á like a chia pet. á á So hail the King, priest and prophet. The inexhaustible topic The Person á of God you can peep with your optic. á á á

Enoch:

In the eyes of this world my life is trife á they don't understand when I say I've died to Christ á died to my rights. á Livin' selfless, render myself helpless á á trustin' God, set my heart where his eternal wealth is. á What else is there to live for, what else is there to hope in still á I bow to Christ with a broken with a broken will á becoming broken bread and poured out wine á when seen with the natural eye authentic Christian livin' blows the mind á What validates my faith go check . you'll see from the holy scroll to the codex that God inspires the whole text. á the scriptural facts will surprise and paralyze you like broke necks shake up your whole set, leave your soul vexed . I pray you dream of his holiness and wake up in cold sweats. á Can't dissolve the mixture no matter how odd the picture you can't deny the God of scripture equipped with tha á truths that transform becoming a thorn where man swarm á We bring the real when we kingdom build upon the rock á He's the one you can either stand on or be the one whom he lands on, weather the sinkin sand storms á until you realize there's no other God worth taking a chance on á We keep our hands on the plow breaking up the fallow ground á while Christ can found seek him and follow now. á á á

The Phanatik:

It's been told that men without Christ would face insurmountable odds á and the greatest of these would be a close encounter with God á (and you don't want that) even though your free to give it a try, 100% before the Most High á either live it or die, á Cause ever since Adam sinned life was done, but thanks to Christ the Son, á when Death marked us up with it's pricin' gun, á Jesus came and smiled and paid for us all and brought the work of sin to an á end like the child labor law. á when the wild and wayward saw that in Jesus God forgave us all who repented á and consented that our way was wrong, then they saw why the truth rocks us á so hard enough to work arduous to bogard yo just pardon us. Like the á marginous distance between mars and us, understand men are from dust and á smart enough or large enough to harness up and jump the marvelous distance á between us and God we just tarnish up His image. My mission is to open eyes á and I'm steady mobilizin' because of the hope I find in Jesus, tougher than á Teflon, hung with the common thugs though He had more class than Upper á Eshelon. I'm in love with the way He put us back together, life was broke á then Christ came in handy like Black and Decker, the fact is pleasure could á never measure up black, to Christ so tell us where's your treasure at. á this song was not on the tapes you gave us, so I assume that you have it, á and can get the lyrics

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