Man, a REAL emotioal one here...just listen.
This world of struggles, and it’s troubles
will whirl to rubble, And it will crumble,
This earthly substance, will turn to dust,
And it will rust until there’s nothing,
We can’t deny that few survive,
Right before your eyes life’s passing bye
And that is why, with all our might,
We must fight, and live for Christ,
I stumble and I bumble, struggles commin’ and I wonder,
Whether all the rain and thunder, will be done with, cuz these troubles
pull me under and I ponder am I one of these runners,
that will run until the wonder and I feel eternal water,
I feel tugging and the shoving in the world where no one’s loving,
no one’s hugging only shrugging, bugging of the one above me,
denying his existence, they are senseless, of what written’,
in the scriptures, they need to be filled up with God’s holy spirit,
I was one of these souls that was lost up in this world,
It was cold, before I met my savior and away just went the old,
and with my bran new soul I will be fallowing the Lord,
and we will lead me with his holy sword, but sometimes it is hard,
so I need to keep up my faith, my pace up In this race,
there is hate and disgrace when your runnin’ for a place,
and it’s exasperatin’ when these hatin’ cats is always makin’,
races hard to run it, I am breakin’ and I feel like I wont make it,
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the burden I’m enduring, is ‘a hurtin’, that’s for certain,
close the curtain of my searchin’, I am workin’, satin’s lurkin’,
tryna take way, what I have made, prayin someday day souls get saved,
through my music and producein’, I will use it, not abuse it,
but the failure of my nature, makes me prong and weak inside,
I must decide so save lives, and reject the Devils lies,
Excepting Christ, rejecting lies, injecting truths inside of lives,
Beside my side, is the Lord, helps endure, keeps me alive,
Now I’m walking step, takin’ breathes, but it treacherous
gust of wind, bustin’ in, rushin’ in, I’m lustin’ it,
need to trust in Him, help my sin, and my souls tusslin’,
hustlin’, and bustlin’, must be Him, helping me,
in this race of life, pressin’ on up in this fight,
and this strife, just like a striking of knife that’s hiding in the night,
it is knifing at my side, and it’s ridin’ on my conscious,
I don’t want it, but I got it, and only God can stop it,
I will see the finish ribbon, even though that I’ve been sinnin’,
God’s forgiven every sin and- that is written, in the scriptures,
It’s depicted in the message that was given to us peasants,
He’s arisen, from the prison of the curse that all were given
Now, I’ve seen the grievin’, and deceiving of the evil that’s in satin’
but I’ve also seen believing, and receiving of our Jesus,
I was a soul, that was thoroughly deceived,
I was buried underneath, what only Jesus can relive,
And he did relieve, please believe this opportunity,
To be set free, from this world of insanity,
We’re abandoning, our sanity for all of this profanity,
That’s entering humanity, we’re taking it acceptingly,
need to fight it, with my fire that is heavenly inspired,
I acquire my desire to push through all of this mire,
And the briers make me tired, I require strength that’s higher,
From the father, our fighter, Jehovah Jira, The Messiah