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Isaiah Brookes - BOOM BOW! Lyrics



Isaiah Brookes - BOOM BOW! Lyrics
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Look here, you rich people
Weep and groan with anguish
Because of all the terrible troubles ahead of you
Your wealth is rotting away
And your fine clothes are moth eaten rags
Your gold and silver are corroded
The very wealth you were counting on will eat away your flesh like fire
This corroded treasure you have hoarded will testify against you on the day of judgment
Hear the cries of the field workers
Whom you have cheated of their pay
The cries of those who harvest your fields
Have reached the ears of the Lord of Heaven's Armies
You have spent your years on earth in luxury
Satisfying your every desire
You have fattened yourselves for the day of slaughter
You have condemned and killed innocent people
Who do not resist you
Dear brothers and sisters, be patient as you wait for the Lord's return
Consider the farmers who patiently wait for the rains in the fall and the spring
They eagerly look for the valuable harvest to ripen
You, too, must be patient
Take courage, for the coming of the Lord is near
Don't grumble about each other, brothers and sisters
Or you will be judged
For look, the Judge is standing at the door!
For examples of patience in suffering
Look at the prophets who spoke in the name of the Lord
We give great honor to those who endure under suffering
For instance, you know about Job
A man of great endurance
Boom, bow
I might be crazy
Going crazy
Tears running down my eyes
No more fakin
It be so hard just to live up in that light
I'm like dang it
Too many Christians lukewarm trynna pick a side
Like"quit playin!"
Cup of the sinners mixed with righteous
Read the scripts"stop debatin!"
If you trynna justify if it's okay, boy it ain't!
And I know cause I used to try to justify for degrading
Tried so hard to reason if sin did include masturbation
But them chains are broken off
Thanks to His grace, I'm really changing
Can't forget His mercies cause they reveal my deep, dirty thinking
Surrendering my hidden motives, I'm squirreling
Gentle as doves, but stay wise like them serpents
Trying to run, but my God omnipotent
Three in the Trinity, who is more worthy?
Three in the Trinity, who is more worthy?
None of these idols more worthy
Gotta slow down, it's a famine of glory
Running so fast like Xavier Worthy
Trucking through demons, feel like I'm Todd Gurley
Just cause I don't feel Him, don't mean He not Holy
Salvation a gift bro, you don't gotta earn it
Way before Christ my vision was so blurry
Worked at McDonald's, was making McFlurries (huh)
Focused on money and women, was worried
Creepin, creepin, creepin, creep on this beat
Spinning the block, yeah the Bible my heat
(Are any of you suffering hardships, you should pray)
I drop on my knees
I still remember I wanted the fame and the glory and all of the expensive things
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Look here, you rich people
Weep and groan with anguish
Because of all the terrible troubles ahead of you
Your wealth is rotting away
And your fine clothes are moth eaten rags
Your gold and silver are corroded
The very wealth you were counting on will eat away your flesh like fire
This corroded treasure you have hoarded will testify against you on the day of judgment
Hear the cries of the field workers
Whom you have cheated of their pay
The cries of those who harvest your fields
Have reached the ears of the Lord of Heaven's Armies
You have spent your years on earth in luxury
Satisfying your every desire
You have fattened yourselves for the day of slaughter
You have condemned and killed innocent people
Who do not resist you
Dear brothers and sisters, be patient as you wait for the Lord's return
Consider the farmers who patiently wait for the rains in the fall and the spring
They eagerly look for the valuable harvest to ripen
You, too, must be patient
Take courage, for the coming of the Lord is near
Don't grumble about each other, brothers and sisters
Or you will be judged
For look, the Judge is standing at the door!
For examples of patience in suffering
Look at the prophets who spoke in the name of the Lord
We give great honor to those who endure under suffering
For instance, you know about Job
A man of great endurance
Boom, bow
I might be crazy
Going crazy
Tears running down my eyes
No more fakin
It be so hard just to live up in that light
I'm like dang it
Too many Christians lukewarm trynna pick a side
Like"quit playin!"
Cup of the sinners mixed with righteous
Read the scripts"stop debatin!"
If you trynna justify if it's okay, boy it ain't!
And I know cause I used to try to justify for degrading
Tried so hard to reason if sin did include masturbation
But them chains are broken off
Thanks to His grace, I'm really changing
Can't forget His mercies cause they reveal my deep, dirty thinking
Surrendering my hidden motives, I'm squirreling
Gentle as doves, but stay wise like them serpents
Trying to run, but my God omnipotent
Three in the Trinity, who is more worthy?
Three in the Trinity, who is more worthy?
None of these idols more worthy
Gotta slow down, it's a famine of glory
Running so fast like Xavier Worthy
Trucking through demons, feel like I'm Todd Gurley
Just cause I don't feel Him, don't mean He not Holy
Salvation a gift bro, you don't gotta earn it
Way before Christ my vision was so blurry
Worked at McDonald's, was making McFlurries (huh)
Focused on money and women, was worried
Creepin, creepin, creepin, creep on this beat
Spinning the block, yeah the Bible my heat
(Are any of you suffering hardships, you should pray)
I drop on my knees
I still remember I wanted the fame and the glory and all of the expensive things
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Writer: Isaiah Brookes
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Language: English
Length: 2:35
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