(set to "Just In Stone")
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This is my rapid artistic profession
I can't hide so I might as well confess it
Express these things weighing down on me
That I ignore, refuse to implore
For Your merciful guidance to help me see
Receive; but do I self-deceive?
Living life as if I am only what I need
Please take these topics
Cause' I can't solve them
Needing Your conviction or Your peace
To absolve them
This is what's on my mind
You know it all before I say it
So I might as well not hide
Jumbled mess to articulate into poetic press
I know You'll understand this
So,
First thing that I present
For Your Spirit to seek out my secret intents
Is the goal of my soul to circumvent
Your law, for my lust
Do I resent? Am I
Pursuing a righteous life, real liberty and happiness?
Or is selfishness gilded over to cover
With the pyrite of holiness?
Am I focused on lines or on You?
Crucify and sanctify my Flesh for I'm confused
Search me and try me to test my intents
And show if there be any vein of wickedness
This is what's on my mind
You know it all before I say it
So I might as well not hide
Jumbled mess to articulate into poetic press
I know You'll understand this
So,
Second,
Rejected? How true is their depression?
Is it self obsession? Can't help but question
Are they just using that card to portray shards
Of their life; are they really falling apart?
Can't help but criticize
And wonder if they're mature to be sure
They are speakin' truth
Or act weakened for us believing
Their self-spotlighting lies?
This is me, yet I must see
You alone are the One who truly sees
Hearts can fully read
Treaasure the tears of all who grieve
The Man of Sorrows who befriends
Those whose despair's their end
And who hope's of no tomorrow
This is what's on my mind
You know it all before I say it
So I might as well not hide
Jumbled mess to articulate into poetic press
I know You'll understand this
So,
Finally, as I draw these thoughts to a close
Here's the last thing that I'll disclose
Is my life too full of stuff?
Am I surviving just enough?
And not abiding to be thriving
But conniving to get by
Till in death departing and heaven arriving
I can check off that list
"I served my time!"
Resigned to resist
Passionatly persist devolved to passive life
A life worth lived?
If they could see the secret things
Peak behind the scenes into my private life
Would they see Christ in me?
Would they see a hypocrite, Christian professed
Speaking words of life
Yet somehow is dead?
Or find one who crucified his flesh
Discover a lost lover of a Savior who resurrects?
God these are the questions that'r haunting me
But I don't want to just rest and accept, and get lost in me
You're mercy, please intervene
Discern, guide, sanctify
These things hidden in me
God, end my pursuit
Of vain things that won't plant or produce
But teach that I may reap
A harvest of good fruit
For You
This was what was on my mind
Thank You for hearing it all; I say this
You showed Your love while I was yet sinning
You who raise the dead, deliver me from so great a death
Thank You Father for Your faithfulness
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R.A.P (Reformed Artistic Poetry) from the Past
PoetryThese are old rap songs i wrote, to today. Some of my very first poetry under the un-official band name: Raising the Bronze Serpent
