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Hand From Heaven

I need a Hand from Heaven because Hell is all around
Enemies come with force to take a Godly man down
Smiles turn into frowns and frowns turn into tears
Flooding the valley with my hurts, hates, and fears
Making it clear...like a crystal chariot
Exposing evil ones...like creeping Judas Iscariots
With whips and lariots I get slashed and rubbed raw
I need a Hand from Heaven cause I can hear the devil call

I need a Hand from Heaven as the gruesome grip my soul
They push, pull, and drag me into the swamps they call their homes
I run but I can't hide as I turn another corner
LIke a fish out of the water, in the pan and on the burner
It's getting warmer as the heat comes in a hurry
I need a Hand from Heaven as fire turns into fury

I need a Hand from Heaven way down here in the depths
Where darkness swallows light and my savage soul is stressed
I wanna be blessed and to live in holy power
I want freedom from this dead zone where the devil gains his power
I want liberty from lunacy
God, will you bind this broken heart
I need a Hand from Heaven as You lead me through the dark

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Greater Is God

God is greater than the crush that caused the crater
The liars that always said, "Not now but certainly later."
The promise of pay to the delivery of dust
The raising of hope...happiness turns into rust
Always another tall tale about tomorrow...about some sunny day
They're like metal to a magnet...stuck like glue
Scorched like moths...screaming in the flames

God is greater than those monstrous mind movies
Playing so savage in the static
Like toys in the attic with see through souls
Broken, bent and bad way down in bottomless holes
The cruelty of cowards...go along to get along
That same sad song
Sometimes you've got to stand even when there's nothing to stand on
Stretching my soul like a rotted rubber band...any second set to snap
Smiles of sarcasm leave their own sick stamps
Light a lamp or damn the dark
Time to bite and not to bark
Take it out of the park and out of the playground
Shine that spiritual light on the lost and never found

God is greater than any supernatural serpent
Any superpowered evil eyed murder and money makers
Treasure takers and twisted tools
Tragic fiends and terror fools
Friends and foes alike with multiple bad beliefs
Scarecrows made out of sticks and straw who think they're made of steel and stone
Flooded with fear they stay all alone
Lost in clouds of confusion...destructive are their delusions
Beaten and bruised...blackened and blue
No will to win...born only to lose
Consequence for the chaos
Come down to my knees as I take it to the cross

God is greater than any hellion or hater...any psychopathic puppet on paper
Any crime crusader or insanity invader
Nevermind this nightmare
This world of wickedness that's full of homicidal henchmen and treacherous traitors
Yeah, I know the truth and the truth has set me free
God is greater and greater is He

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Prison of Pain

Locked in a cell...bound in shackles and chains
Scarring my soul and bleeding my brain
It feels like 4ever but it's just another day
How I long to be free from this prison of pain

Put on display my sad smile fades away
Yesterdays into tomorrows...they all go just the same
Today I'm still confined in confusions steel cage
How I long to be free from this prison of pain

I beg and I plead on dirty knees
While gruesome guards grip golden keys
They promise me a future as all hope it goes away
How I long to be free from this prison of pain

I'm seeking a sign as I search for a savior
Like a man lost at sea I need a life saver
God pulls me above as I'm gripped in His grace
4ever now free from this prison of pain

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Every Goliath Has a Stone

Die on your feet or live on your knees
Live as slave or die bold and free
Ringing that bell of liberty
Through thorns and thistles
Bomb blasts and war whistles
Floods of fire start to sprinkle and sizzle
Taking a stand or even walking alone
Every Goliath has a stone

Stumbling blocks turn into stepping stones
Conquering the crooked and dividing the spoils
Monsters of madness turned into blood and bones
Every Goliath has a stone

Facing our fears with a force called faith
Shooting the devil straight in his face
Mice turn into men and jokers get aced
Taking new lands with righteous revival
No time for rehearsals
No time for recitals 
Victory is vital
Every heart should have a home
Every Goliath has a stone

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The Evil One

Roaming and roaring...Who's next to devour?
The sins of soul slaves...they give him his power
Steal,kill,and destroy like shots from a gun
Turn away Turn away from the evil one

Slithering serpent hissing lyrical lies
He sees the past and the future through eternities eyes
With a million dark disguises and supernatural spies
He sells you the story and says it's just for fun
Turn away turn away from the evil one

He comes like a whisper and leaves like the wind
Twisting your thoughts and darkening your dreams
Laughing his lyrical lunacy as you scream a silent scream
On the southbound tracks trainwrecks lead to him
With catastrophe and chaos he thinks he has won
Turn away turn away from the evil one

He glitters and shines just like silver and gold
His false prophecies they start to unfold
But just like Goliath got struck with a stone
His time's melting fast like ice in the sun
Turn away turn away from the evil one

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The Man With the Whip

The man with the whip takes the terrible trip
Fools slide and fiends slip...soon they all land in his grip
On a sinking slaveship in a sea full of sorrow
Subtracting from souls...soon they beg and they borrow
No today
No tomorrow

The man with the whip makes his money multiply
While innocence slowly dies those guilty birds fly
Bringing broken dreams on a billion broken wings
Still he smiles like the sun hatching his plots and plans and sinister schemes

The man with the whip never slumbers or sleeps
Like a big bad wolf always feasting on sheep
Angels weep where demons creep
Where his lunatic laughter has long length and reach
Where his servants and slaves they sow and they reap

The man with the whip is a lecherous leach
Draining lifeblood dry
Bringing death to the weak

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Limitless Love

A love that has no limitations
No lines or laws to cross
No rules or regulations for the lonely and the lost
A love that sees through darkness and penetrates the pain
A love that finds no fault or foul and does not lash the lame
A love that asks no questions
A love that tells no lies
A love that glows just like a ghost in a neverending night
A love that shines like sunshine in the midst of savage storms
A love that does not bend or break like artificial sticks and stones
Extinguishing the evil that scorches longing souls
A love that reaches past the stops turning ravens into doves
Both endless and eternal
Gods own limitless love

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Run Rabbit Run

You walked those savage streets
Without a clue
Without a care
You could not see the dangers or sense that death was everywhere
Predators and prowlers...they all look for parts to play
They saw you as a playground
Your heart and soul would soon to pay
Big wide smiles they turned to frowns as they took you to their traps
Those jokers and those jackyls they laughed loud inside your brain
Friendly faces they grew fangs
Helping hands grew iron claws
Loving eyes that showed compassion soon turned evil,cold,and hard
Angry arrows they shot at you
Bloody sickles they all swung
You woke up quick to wickedness
Run rabbit run

Hiding in a hole in a fortress made of fire
You dug yourself in deeper in the depths of dark despair
No one comes and no one cares
That became your new belief
A solitary soul...long lost love is what you seek
Broke down you had to build up from the ground of broken dreams
Emotions...fear and hatred...race like bullets in your brain
Burn the book and turn the page...a new chapter now unfolds
Time it ticks and time it tocks...shooting holes in the savage sun
Never turning back
Run rabbit run

Destiny day it finally came
Those desperadoes would surely meet their doom
Those streets that once betrayed you now become your battlefield
Break the seal...you're now a soldier
And there is no turning back
Because a brave man dies but once while a coward dies a thousand deaths
Evil ones and enemies...they surround you like a shell
Wicked wolves they all were snarling...soon in shock and sad surprise
Now the rabbit roars with laughter as he watches demons die
His weakness turns to strength
His ignorance into intelligence
Beware the beast is coming and his appearance is deceiving
With an appetite and a smoking gun
Run rabbit run

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Greed

Greed is a gambler...dropping the dice...high anxiety rambler
Roller coaster ride...eyes and ears set to extreme
Back and forth up and down...black, blue, and blurred in a blink in the breeze
Jokers always looking for that big jackpot...red lights roar and the sirens scream
Endlessly searching for that sure fire scheme
Stain glass sinner on a winning week

Greed is a gangster...pulling big paper and pushing bad bullets
Hair trigger henchman getting bigger and badder
Rob to get richer...gruesome giant starts to grow
Grabbing and getting...never giving back what he stole
Teardrops on tombstones...still ruthlessly he rolls

Greed is a gold digger...Pearl necklace on a pig
Smooth and sexy swine
Drunk on diamonds and dollars...demoness dressed so divine
Keep taking until it's all took
Corrupt with the coochie...that cutie's a crook
Sweat stains on the silver spoon
Her shadows turn to slaves
Prostitute her pride but she's still getting paid

Greed runs out of gas and leaves it's victims burned and bashed
Lies get told like whips and lashes leaving you cashed out cold just like a hot check
Greed always gets another to do its dark bidding
so it can live longer and keep on sinning
Greed says the grass is always greener on the other side of the hole
Greedy death is what you get when your master is more

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Crooked Cross

You pried your way deep into their pain and into their pockets
With wickedness and words you popped the lock and opened up Pandoras box
Fueled by the gasoline of greed now you know you just can't slow down or stop
Come down off your crooked cross

They say that truth is a thorn in the side of the sinister
Never meaning what you say 
Making messes of the message...a million starts but never a finisher
You only count the cash and never the cost
You liar to the lost
You leach attached to love
You raven in the roost dressed just like a dove
In that system of subtraction you bring liability and loss
Come down off your crooked cross

Getting higher on the praise you're a counterfeit clown
Shooting bible verses just like bullets bringing blood
You sing the same sad song...GIVE UNTIL IT HURTS
Ruthless and relentless till gravity it grips you and pulls you to the ground
Because what goes up comes crashing down
Smiling sick like the sun soon you'll be wearing a frown
Someday you'll have to answer to that big bad boss
Come down off your crooked cross

Maniacal mist of the miracle man...slick shark turned to sushi that's the masters plan
Lion wearing a lambsmask
Looking for a kill you watch innocence get iced
Now your disguises of desire they all get stripped
Sin is staring at you...straight from the abyss
Time to repent before you take that fatal trip
Before your sorry soul gets spent
Just like a rotten apple that fell too hard from grace now you turn to sauce
Come down off your crooked cross