| Since the day
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| You saved my soul
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| You’ve been proving
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| Yourself to me Lord
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| Yeah, let me get deep
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| Genesis 3, verse 15
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| The Gospel first given to Eve
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| Given to Adam
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| A woman would be given a Seed
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| Blood will splatter
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| Cause this One would be willing to bleed
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| He put an end to the enemy with His energy
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| Enter in a world for His enemies, He would intercede
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| Go up on a tree and appease, He’d be the Remedy
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| Sin is on the outs, now hear Him shout, now ven aquí
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| This is Jesus, the One Whose resurrection’s the one proof
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| He tops heads like buns do
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| These are dark times
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| Hard to smile like having one tooth
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| So we drop lines to bring the Light in like a sunroof
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| One truth
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| We need is how our sin is freed
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| Just believe
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| Don’t add nothing like putting in a weave
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| Just receive
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| He put in the work
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| I’m amazed that He saves from the grave
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| Plus arrays what they put in the dirt me
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| Why we gotta talk about Him?
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| Hmm, wrong question
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| We ain’t gotta talk about Him
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| We get to talk about Him
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| We were made to make much of Him
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| Tis so sweet to trust in Him
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| A touching hymn
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| When I’m bleeding
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| I wanna touch His hem
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| Before the throne of God above
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| I was subject to be judged
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| Til Jesus paid it all
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| And it was nothing but the blood
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| Jesus blood was spilled in pain
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| But He wasn’t killed in vain
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| Cause all who trust in Him
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| Lose all their guilty stains
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| Nothing in my hands I bring
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| Simply to the cross I cling
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| And can it be in Christ alone
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| How sweet and awesome when we sing
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| Forever we get to tell
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| About Jesus our Citadel
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| Should of been in the pit of Hell
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| Instead, we’re singing, «It Is Well»
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| In a civil war homie waving a white flagtch
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| All these shares to honest tears that I fight backtch
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| I got somewhere to leave all my baggage like Skycatch
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| It’s a mistake to look at His people and typecast
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| An avid reader with cabin fever, the saints rise
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| Face off with the fallen soldiers in plain sightch
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| I fell back and leaned on a wall when the paint drytch
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| Then the devil gave me a run for my money like bank heistch
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| Only love and compassion, licking my open sores
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| They say that chivalry’s dead, but He still opens doors
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| Sent death, Hell and the grave, homie they ova fo
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| God is faithful, put respect in His name, por favor
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| I need more time, vanity in my veins
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| Naturally but it’s peace when the sanity’s in my brain
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| He’s so good boy and He planning to be the same
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| Shelter in the storm and a Canopy when it rains
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| I’m gone
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| And I don’t need a platform to rap for Him
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| As if it matters more if more see it
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| My God is all-seeing
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| I’m seeing life in a different light
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| There’s nothing new under the sun
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| But everyone under the Son is made new
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| I’m no longer on the fence
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| Now my defense is offense
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| I’m drawn away from sin
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| When I gaze upon Him often
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| Look into the Lord
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| Is you for Him or against Him?
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| The gospel is offensive
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| Cause it deals with our offenses
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| But God is more offended
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| When it comes to the unrepentant
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| And the darkness in the hearts
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| Of those refusing to surrender
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| I’m a messenger of grace
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| Christ crucified the message
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| And when I count my blessings
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| He’s the Treasure that’s most precious
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| Since the day
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| You saved my soul
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| You’ve been proving
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| Yourself to me Lord
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| You can’t afford the price for life
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| Like you Little Rich with the keys
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| Between them black bars laying flat
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| That’s a major key
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| He’s the best
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| You can bet ain’t no change in Him
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| Penny pinching freedom
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| It ain’t Lincoln that slaves needed
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| The grave beat it
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| And moonwalk
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| When He raised
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| Even the stars know His fame
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| Stays daily
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| It’s rain season
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| His name’s Jesus
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| We ain’t passive-aggressive
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| Or vain neither
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| Let us adore Him
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| In Romans
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| Don’t pay Caesar
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| He waved either
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| To tell you hello
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| Or to save seeds
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| From the same evil
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| That Bell Biv Devoe
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| When they sang Poison
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| The fangs
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| Leave from the neck
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| When the veins
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| Bleed from the stretch
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| And the same
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| Fellow that made
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| Adam
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| Even with one breath |