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V.1 Who am I? Just a bag of dust putting trust in the Most High Why boast, I know that I'm nothing Huffing and puffing someone else's air through my lungs Coz everything belongs to the Son that was hung up on the cross Strung up for the lost, y'all know they slayed Him He rose from the grave, came to save, though they played Him Some hate Him, mocked Him, to the ground His blood spilled Till this day they be docking the things that got Him killed Shrilled and screamed, knowing He'd redeem half the planet How could He stand it, knowing He'd be taken for granted Disadvantaged, became dust just like you and me Human beings just so He can put His deed at Calvary Now how do we say thanks, better yet, check how could He take it Despising all the shame, being plain in sight naked Crowned with thorns, scorned by the unrighteous judges The King's arms expand, shook hands with death's clutches Sealed the deal, kill one for all, called it grace Meaning the Supreme Being would die in our place He was rich yet became poor So that we through His poverty could become rich Hit the lottery, pottery is all I am in the hands of the Maker Just a cluster of dust and plus the Salt from the shaker Meek and lowly, Jesus preached, we be holy Gotta give the props to the Potter who molds me coz dust...
V.2 I can't lose, I refuse to choose death over life I was done in then had a run in with Christ Now I'm freed, what made Him bleed and cling to a tree? And get nailed to the form of a lowercase 't'? No beating around the bush The Rose of Sharon got crowned with thorns And was risen up on a third day morn Now it's on, for anyone that's got the time of day Let Him change your act and your scene just like a drama play I'ma say it once, twice, even a thousand times Every day of the year, Jesus Christ be my valentine Who's standing on faulty ground? If you ain't down, then be salty now What do you see when you close your eyes? What will you see when your life goes by? Question for your next session with your cypha Eternal lifa Who's God brings it hypa? Is it the God who spoke, that sparked this? Reached into the abyss with His fist and pulled light out of darkness Mark this day then walk this way You want eternal life (well) Then you ain't got no cost to pay (why) Coz Christ paid it all when His blood flooded the streets In the 199's with the ruggedest beats We gets biz like show so hey G. act like ya know Tell me yo what made Him pay the debt that you owe? Was it love? Unlike this world has ever seen before Born I guess on the flesh that was torn Mourn the Bright and Morning Star who died for you Father forgive them for they know not what they do (ooh true) You're missing His touch, I tell ya this much He thirsted, cursed vinegar upon some hyssop Now there's ever Living Water, come place your order I'll pour out my Spirit upon your sons and your daughters Before the times up, come line up by the Creek And bathe in the blood of the Lamb as it leaks God speaks to dust and it becomes man Then He breathes on us and we become dust again coz dust...
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