"He is the resurrection and the life.
And when you die, if you've put your faith in Christ,
You are stepping into the presence of Christ.
And you're gonna have a deeper relationship with Him.
Well, that's hard for me. 'Cause I'm a physical guy."
Uh,
Been running in place, I'm tryna get back
My faith had been light, know I wanna get that
Got these verses on tap, tryna lay off old traps
Gettin' tested by the devil, if he run up, get capped
Ain't been liking myself, I been feeling mismatched
I'm just tryna stack chips like a bag of An' Kapps
I been too much on the 'Gram tryna get off these apps
Full of cappin' people. Used to trappin' heat
So when I grab the pen it ain't no yappin' here
Been real since day one, huh
Son a product of a great one
Still had my flaws, I suppressed the anger
Traits of a coward so I wasn't bangin'
But I seen the ways of the young and dangerous
Where the draco sweep to clean up remainders
Best to keep it tucked and pray for the changes
Think a way to heaven in the dust of angels
Or the guts of backwoods
Let's hope you that good
When a Glock get at you
Now you frozen statues
When you get yo cap screwed
Over bags you stashed
Tryna flip a pack
Chasing after racks
And when you duck the rats
Got a wad of cash
But still asthma attack
Cuz you don't know what's after
Still death to face
And when you end the race
Now was you having faith
Or was you chasin' gates
Of heaven up above
A brother seekin' love
But hate's in my blood
So how I'm supposed to love
When is enough enough
I'm being good and such
But still I'm feeling stuck
God pull me up
Is this Your plan for me
Or am I pushing luck
They say You died for me
But I could never trust
But I ain't got nothin' else so in You I must
Yeah
"...And the whole idea of this decomposing, is not exactly the most attractive idea in the world to me.
Though the aging process is convincing me, 'No, this is going to happen, Cliffe.'
Very definitely
But my death is going to be an entrance into a better life with Christ.
I'm not there yet, but I'm growing.
My faith is getting stretched.
Secondly, some people like to read the Bible, to find points they cannot accept.
That's not the challenge.
The challenge for a Christian is, to read the Bible looking for things that God cannot accept.
Big difference.
The cynic says, 'I can't accept this in the Bible, I can't accept that. I can't accept this, I can't accept that.'
That's not the challenge.
The challenge is to read the Bible and ask, 'Lord God, what do You find unacceptable about my life?'"
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"He is the resurrection and the life.
And when you die, if you've put your faith in Christ,
You are stepping into the presence of Christ.
And you're gonna have a deeper relationship with Him.
Well, that's hard for me. 'Cause I'm a physical guy."
Uh,
Been running in place, I'm tryna get back
My faith had been light, know I wanna get that
Got these verses on tap, tryna lay off old traps
Gettin' tested by the devil, if he run up, get capped
Ain't been liking myself, I been feeling mismatched
I'm just tryna stack chips like a bag of An' Kapps
I been too much on the 'Gram tryna get off these apps
Full of cappin' people. Used to trappin' heat
So when I grab the pen it ain't no yappin' here
Been real since day one, huh
Son a product of a great one
Still had my flaws, I suppressed the anger
Traits of a coward so I wasn't bangin'
But I seen the ways of the young and dangerous
Where the draco sweep to clean up remainders
Best to keep it tucked and pray for the changes
Think a way to heaven in the dust of angels
Or the guts of backwoods
Let's hope you that good
When a Glock get at you
Now you frozen statues
When you get yo cap screwed
Over bags you stashed
Tryna flip a pack
Chasing after racks
And when you duck the rats
Got a wad of cash
But still asthma attack
Cuz you don't know what's after
Still death to face
And when you end the race
Now was you having faith
Or was you chasin' gates
Of heaven up above
A brother seekin' love
But hate's in my blood
So how I'm supposed to love
When is enough enough
I'm being good and such
But still I'm feeling stuck
God pull me up
Is this Your plan for me
Or am I pushing luck
They say You died for me
But I could never trust
But I ain't got nothin' else so in You I must
Yeah
"...And the whole idea of this decomposing, is not exactly the most attractive idea in the world to me.
Though the aging process is convincing me, 'No, this is going to happen, Cliffe.'
Very definitely
But my death is going to be an entrance into a better life with Christ.
I'm not there yet, but I'm growing.
My faith is getting stretched.
Secondly, some people like to read the Bible, to find points they cannot accept.
That's not the challenge.
The challenge for a Christian is, to read the Bible looking for things that God cannot accept.
Big difference.
The cynic says, 'I can't accept this in the Bible, I can't accept that. I can't accept this, I can't accept that.'
That's not the challenge.
The challenge is to read the Bible and ask, 'Lord God, what do You find unacceptable about my life?'"
And when you die, if you've put your faith in Christ,
You are stepping into the presence of Christ.
And you're gonna have a deeper relationship with Him.
Well, that's hard for me. 'Cause I'm a physical guy."
Uh,
Been running in place, I'm tryna get back
My faith had been light, know I wanna get that
Got these verses on tap, tryna lay off old traps
Gettin' tested by the devil, if he run up, get capped
Ain't been liking myself, I been feeling mismatched
I'm just tryna stack chips like a bag of An' Kapps
I been too much on the 'Gram tryna get off these apps
Full of cappin' people. Used to trappin' heat
So when I grab the pen it ain't no yappin' here
Been real since day one, huh
Son a product of a great one
Still had my flaws, I suppressed the anger
Traits of a coward so I wasn't bangin'
But I seen the ways of the young and dangerous
Where the draco sweep to clean up remainders
Best to keep it tucked and pray for the changes
Think a way to heaven in the dust of angels
Or the guts of backwoods
Let's hope you that good
When a Glock get at you
Now you frozen statues
When you get yo cap screwed
Over bags you stashed
Tryna flip a pack
Chasing after racks
And when you duck the rats
Got a wad of cash
But still asthma attack
Cuz you don't know what's after
Still death to face
And when you end the race
Now was you having faith
Or was you chasin' gates
Of heaven up above
A brother seekin' love
But hate's in my blood
So how I'm supposed to love
When is enough enough
I'm being good and such
But still I'm feeling stuck
God pull me up
Is this Your plan for me
Or am I pushing luck
They say You died for me
But I could never trust
But I ain't got nothin' else so in You I must
Yeah
"...And the whole idea of this decomposing, is not exactly the most attractive idea in the world to me.
Though the aging process is convincing me, 'No, this is going to happen, Cliffe.'
Very definitely
But my death is going to be an entrance into a better life with Christ.
I'm not there yet, but I'm growing.
My faith is getting stretched.
Secondly, some people like to read the Bible, to find points they cannot accept.
That's not the challenge.
The challenge for a Christian is, to read the Bible looking for things that God cannot accept.
Big difference.
The cynic says, 'I can't accept this in the Bible, I can't accept that. I can't accept this, I can't accept that.'
That's not the challenge.
The challenge is to read the Bible and ask, 'Lord God, what do You find unacceptable about my life?'"
Writer: Noel Dominguez Jr.
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