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Ambassador:

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

Enoch:

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

The Phanatik:

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

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