I HOPE BY RHEMA SOUL Juanlove verse: He’s more tough like handcuffs and three finger rings Gets deeper than words and spine tinglings Still I’m mingling, the questions abound But I’ll speak on my progression and speak on it loud What I’ve found I continue to find See the wisdom of the father is belittling mine I’m no Siah, not a know it all chump and no pariah Still I feel his voice so calm like a violin When I put pen to pad When I wrestle with the scriptures and unpack the facts I de-mask, I’m a gown man living A grown man living in a grown mans prison But the old man isn’t, about to rise up That’s about as farfetched as a snow man living I wised up. And the questions remain But I found mad peace and I’m blessed just the same K-Nuff verse: So often I think, I take a look at my surroundings Im so astounded I look at the moon and I howl like a wolf on the prowl that’s looking up at the heavens, can’t help think of how he made it in seven It feels like Im on an island Because in the wilderness I feel alive, if he could feed the birds Im sure hell provide me with Clementine’s You see my every need is giving through the pain of Jesus He painted the skys ceiling better than Leonardo D did Creatively he’s a genius, he flows in my veins like intravenous So yeah, I be this Image made in the liking of him I feel like a Viking Im in a war and my Titan is sin Crashed in Many days past while my waves were smashing I almost capsized trying to be my own captain Now I live a life of abandonment And everything that I imagined is. Butta P verse: I got so many questions without answers It’s like a black hole swallowed me whole it’s like a cancer How can I advance ya? Make you understand the man who made David the Sheppard turn into a dancer No I can’t explain it The way my brain is making me feel like this walk should be painless And time after time I forget to recognize Who I am and who I was are both fighting to stay alive To flesh I must die, confess, at least I try I walked in your shoes and no we ain’t the same size But in him we’re both alive, him meaning Christ But I’m just keeping it honest when I say I question life Meaning or my purpose I’m called to know I’m worth it Hurting and want to see more beyond the churches The streets, the final curtain Bow to his service; in his eyes I’m a prize so I give him all my worship
Posted on: Sat, 11 Oct 2014 14:37:51 +0000