Sometimes the answer is no.
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aka The Hip Hop George Whitefield; The place for exclusive tracks and free downloads from the UK's top Christian solo hip hop artist Tha Pastor Reach Yeah.
Tha Pastor Reach Yeah aka the hip hop George Whitefield. I'm not a Christian musician, I'm just a Christian who makes music to the glory of God.
Story behind the song
My pastor preached a sermon on 2 Corinthians 12:7-10 and a couple of days later I wrote this.
Lyrics
There is light in the darkest room
If you ask and believe you will have it soon
If your heart is true, and you grasp the Truth
Maybe one day you can do what He asks of you, so why
Am I choked in a stranglehold?
Got my head held high but the angle’s low
Well the chance is blown, should I stand or go
Or just accept that sometimes that the answer’s no?
There’s a reason and rhyme to the seasons of time
My heart’s getting heavy though my breathing is fine
Carrying the cross of a burden, it’s not that it’s hurting
The hurt is through watching and learning
He was led to be bled and to die
When I’m led through a trial all the while asking why
He silently bleeds while I cry on my knees
His strength is made perfect in weakness in me, so no
Pierced with a thorn in the flesh, no less, it’s for the best
I won’t stress if I’m scorned to my death
Praying to the Lord with the cause of my pain
Should I wait? Is He late? Should I call Him again?
What of the times when I need Him most?
Of the times when I’m crying as the evening closed
On my knees I’d go, with a weakened hope
And He’d lift me up until I breathed the Ghost, but
There were times when the skies would close
My prayers wouldn’t rise, and I’d cry alone
With my silent groans, and my sighs and moans
With no respite, no answers, was I alone?
Or was it selfish of me? Could it be?
He was here all along and I just couldn’t see?
That He answered me, one times a hundred
But I missed the blessing cos it wasn’t what I wanted? So no
Pierced with a thorn in the flesh, no less, it’s for the best
I won’t stress if I’m scorned to my death
Finding my rest in the palm of sobriety
Why? Would I die if I hide what’s inside of me?
I sit alone as I write each verse
Stay praying to God though I might be cursed
I’m a loner, hiding away from the world
If my space is erased then I’ll die, from this world
As I write it’s a fight in the dark
Should I write with my head? Should I write with my heart?
My fingers just tremble as winter assembles
We learn from our pasts so I’ll drink to remember
All the times I would hide in my room
The truth would be buried that I’d die if you knew
The stares and the twitch just declare me unfit
If my prayers touch my lips I’ll be wearing a lisp, so no
I prayed to become a good rapper, the answer was no ha ha
