Copyright: 2009 Sirius Peace of crySTYLE
Looking at my family history, in my bloodline holds authority
Though lately Lord, it’s seemed like less of You and more of me
I know that’s not how it’s supposed to be; resist the devil and he has to flee
But first I had to die to me; get back to the point where “you and I” becomes “we”
I could see the affects; dealing with spiritual dementia
Obviously I wasn’t in my word; the flesh had its own agenda
Because this body has no penalty; the strikes to get out this game go beyond three
Ready to act up, ready do what it wants with no reverence for the King
Listen closely though, my spirit is gearing up for battle in the spirit
There is a kingdom sound, look at the rumbling of the ground; do you hear it?
Now I’m going through these side effects; looking for God, barely seeing a silhouette
At this point I guess I’m chasing a shadow
Where are my tools to break up this ground? It sure is fallow
Where I am is not where I used to be; yet, I’m on the narrow road to destiny
Having conversations with my thoughts; that bad boy got me caught
From past lessons I should’ve been taught, but I didn’t see that I had been bought
Bought with a price that cash could never address;
I now see I can’t leave home without him like American Express
And now I’m undressed, He put me on the press
If Jesus learned obedience through suffering, why should mine be any less?
Man I confess, there were a few times I let my foot slip
Should’ve tied my spiritual laces so I wouldn’t trip
I was fighting against purpose and calling it self-defense
Thought I could handle the inheritance before time to leave my Father’s fence
Call me the Prodigal Daughter; hindsight always has the perfect lenses
When I realized my Father’s house was better, I came back to my senses
For the record, His records say I am destined to reach nations
In eternity past I was mentioned in God’s conversation
Nothing surprises Him; not even the mistakes that I make
The blood of Jesus is my eternal warranty when I began to break
So I just thought I’d make the atmosphere aware of my declaration
I’ve been doing a lot of thinking and after careful consideration
The enemy may have made a contract for me to sign on the dotted line
But I tear it up in the spirit; tell the devil I CHANGED MY MIND!
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