Page Nine
My identity is clear even the world
recognizes who I am what I stand for,
catch me @ the brook where the
spirit of God constantly pours on
the thirsty, sin conceives death
and lately I been murdering me
yeah it hurts but Im more than a conqueror unto him
who is able
to do exceedingly & abundantly
I can't run from he, so I guess I'm
feeling like Jonah and my homeboys
are Nineveh turn from your wicked ways man up, own up,
stand up
for the Christ even the darkness
is paralyzed when daybreak hits
I emerged when the smoked cleared
so its clear the Christ was in the midst
of the storm when it brewed, he could've chose someone
else more
worthy to do his bidding but praise
The Lord Of My Strength & Salvation
he didn't make that decision -J.U.D.A.H.
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