Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song James 2:14-19 Faith That Is Dead, artist - Christcentric
Date of issue: 08.08.2019
Song language: English
James 2:14-19 Faith That Is Dead |
Yo, check it |
You got that superhero concept |
But where’s your mindset? |
How do you react when you hear that there’s a bomb threat |
Would you let dudes put a knife to your mom’s neck |
And yet, 'cause you don’t wanna get your knees wet |
Brothers all around you, drowned, you impersonator |
Or perpetrator, what’s in your heart, it will surface later |
Saying «peace,» holding your cloak |
You fabricator, in love with your cashmere |
It’s time for the percolator |
Wake up to the sun and rise the stakes up |
Faith that don’t make works is made up |
And made-up worth ain’t faith, it’s laid out |
News flash: if I have, then you have |
And my works don’t need you to do half |
Ananias and Saphira types can move past |
He’s given me more than I can give in a lifetime |
So every note’s taken off of Him, my lifeline |
Faith without works is dead |
Take it straight to the head |
If your actions don’t reflect what you said |
If your actions don’t reflect what you said |
Let this sink in your head |
Your faith is dead |
Faith without works is dead |
Take it straight to the head |
If your actions don’t reflect what you said |
If your actions don’t reflect what you said |
Let this sink in your head |
Your faith is dead |
Ayo, Greenpeace philanthropists can never manage this |
Rolling cannabis, your green leaf okra be the damages |
So slanderous, every high eventually vanishes |
Your works alone are only temporary bandages |
And the wounds, they go deep to the soul |
But I’ll be around when they spin and sing a sweet song |
Mind controlled, the philosophical heat’s on |
The beat’s strong, and my faith-based works gon' prove wrong |
Any false claim that moves on |
The lies of the nominals that really do nada |
That’s the reason we gon' rock the bladed Bambata |
Without faith, your works slam back in your cara |
A lotta pseudos practice discipline with tocara |
But the gloves come on and they ain’t really tryna bother |
So you can front with your fancy style |
But I’mma show you I believe with my hands to the plow |
Faith without works is dead |
Take it straight to the head |
If your actions don’t reflect what you said |
If your actions don’t reflect what you said |
Let this sink in your head |
Your faith is dead |
Faith without works is dead |
Take it straight to the head |
If your actions don’t reflect what you said |
If your actions don’t reflect what you said |
Let this sink in your head |
Your faith is dead |
Let’s take it back to the first sacrifice |
Done by Christ, the pre-Incarnate |
To give the naked a garment |
He made 'em covered and clean |
The covenant seen |
Then He sent them to work the ground |
With faith as the main theme |
Believing that the Lord God would bring forth provision |
The vision given was that a seed would come |
So faith preceded works, every season one |
Reason your lungs breathing, to please the Son |
Ephesians 1, the chapter 2, verse 10 |
For the good news to spread, He chose the workmen |
So do you believe His Word or believe in Him? |
The Word in the flesh, to the cross we sent Him |
The venom was poisonous, and we let Him |
Lie to the dome, fly with a drone |
But the powers of the air can’t reside in my home |
The evidence is clear, like a Y chromosome, so |
You believe? |
Cool, you ain’t alone |
Even the demons believe and shudder, that’s known |
Faith without works is dead |
Take it straight to the head |
If your actions don’t reflect what you said |
If your actions don’t reflect what you said |
Let this sink in your head |
Your faith is dead |
Faith without works is dead |
Take it straight to the head |
If your actions don’t reflect what you said |
If your actions don’t reflect what you said |
Let this sink in your head |
Your faith is dead |