Christ Crucified
I hit the function, with a hip conundrum
For a king that would die, to show he loved them
The punishment that bought us death, was up on him
This is someone who needs, no introduction.
As he looked in to that cup, with hatred in it
begging his father to take it, and make omission
justice for every rape and killing
they tried in vain, to break his spirit.
The turmoil that overwhelmed his emotion
before his temple, was truly broken
in slow motion cut open by roman's
his organs exposed, for soul corrosion.
God's decision, for our depths of sinning
for all of our sin, his death's sufficient
pressure ridden, and centre splitting
His body was subject, to demolition.
Betrayed by a kiss, from a human
forgive them Lord, they don't know what there doing
ravishing the realms of, retribution
yet execution seemed the best solution.
Whipped with leather straps, smashing him hard
whips that were embedded with, gravel & glass
that would sink in to his flesh, and lash it apart
not to mention our sin that, battered his heart.
He got flogged, beaten and mocked, for being God
Despite healing the lost, and feeding a flock
Of 5,000 with, pastry and cod
Sharp as nail’s that pinned, his feet to the cross.
It wasn't nails it was love, that kept him hung high
as blood and water, poured from his cut side
crushed by the strife, in the hot bright sun light
all his life knowing, the way he must die.
Soldiers rolled dice for his clothes, with blood on it
Done nothing wrong, even the Pharisees judged on this
Strung and whipped - Lugged a crucifix up a hill, …and hung on it
Sounds slightly unjust, ….doesn’t it ?
It's thanks giving... -
It's thanks giving, i've got thanks to give him for these raps that are written, show the fact he's livingwhile people waste there life thinking, if it's fact or fictionsack the rhythm... i'm going fishing Tempo stands in the snow, on top of ya homeswinging a microphone, practicing taekwondobefore hitting the road, and k...icking a showwith a pitcher of salt, to stick in ya soul i rap for the kids, on there way to schooland students, that get up in the afternoon moslims, hindus, Christians and jewscos all tribes, need to know the truth no time to lie in winde down and cotchi work round the clock, i got sounds to drop, that make ya bounce and bopyeah i'm a Christian... i don't care if ya out to mock Satan's attacking Brittan, with wacky thinkingHalf truth's mixing, fact with fictionThat blacks ya vision, so ya trapped with in itYou think you'll go to heaven cos you act sufficient ?
In Christ alone, not Christ and additionsYou think God's in everything, like pantheismYou blame God for a crash collisionwhen really you should pray, with thanks to give him you can only reject him, cos he lets youJesu..., intends to bless youand yet you, call to him ...when youneed to as he steps to, the rescue confused by the devil, deluded by dawkinstalking... the very sin your performing God gave you a warning... but you ignored him He's a father to the fatherless, a pure king i don't care if i'm underpaid, in another wayi'm under grace i'm unafraid, but you run awayyour gonna get hit, with a stun grenade...i wouldn't wanna be you, on judgement day It's thee undercover street saint, here to speak straightbut you leave it to chance, to seal fateand don't get hell, is a very real place yet knowing Jesus, give's you very real grace mr tepper don, hit the set and stuni rap for the kids to whom, Christmas never comesi bring the lion of judea to ya, through the sub woofersing hallelujah, as were moveing to the future Rap commando, Hip Hop special ops DJyou think your not that bad, so you'll be okwe all like sheep, have gone astrayNOW it's time to return to the God of grace.