Posted by Mark Cannon on December 18, 2009 at 2:47pm
Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunityTo preach to everyone you ever wanted-One momentWould you speak it or just let it slip?His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy They riot on his evangelism already, God's Word is spreadin he's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready to drop Gospel bombs, but he keeps on forgettin what he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out, he's broken now, but Jesus shows him how to prove himself God's armyThe clock's run out, time's up over, bloah!Snap back to reality, Oh there goes sin's depravityOh, there goes the drug addict, he chokedHe's so mad, but he won't give up thatEasy, noHe won't have it , he knows his whole back's to these ropesIt don't matter, he's dopeHe knows that, but he's brokeHe's so stagnant that he knowsWhen he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it'sBack to the lab and go getThis this Bible tract and heHe better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass himYou better give yourself in Christ and not lose Him in the momentYou own it, you better never let it goYou only get one shot, do not miss your chance to knowThis opportunity comes once in a lifetime yoThe soul's escaping, through death's hole that it's gapingThis world is Christ's for the takingMake Him king, as we move toward God's orderA normal life is boring, but Christ's pardon of sins is close to post mortemIt only grows harder, only grows hotterHe goes through life's ebbs and flows without wisdomCoast to coast shows, he's know as the bankrobberLonely roads, God only knowsHe's grown farther from home, he's no fatherHe goes home and barely knows his own daughterBut hold your nose cause here goes the cold waterHis bros don't want him no mo, he's cold productThey moved on to the next average joe who flowsHe nose dove and sold nadaSo the soap opera is told and unfoldsI suppose it's old partner', but the beat goes onDa da dum da dum da daNo more games, I'ma change what you call rageTear this stucco filled roof off like 2 dogs cagedI was playing in the beginning, the mood all changedI been chewed up and spit out and booed off stageBut I kept rhyming and stepwritin the next cypherBest believe somebody's praying like John PiperAll the pain inside amplified by the factThat I can't get by with my 9 to 5And I can't provide the right type of life for my familyCause man, these lamb steaks don't bun like a hot ironAnd it's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my lifeAnd these times are so hard and it's getting even harderTrying to feed and water God's seed, plusTeeter totter caught up between being a father and a prima donnaBaby mama drama's screaming on andToo much for me to wannaStay in one spot, another day of monotonyHas gotten me to the point, like I am a snailI've got to formulate a plot fore I end up in jail or shotSalvation is my only God-given option, failure's notMom, I love you, but this hate in me got's to goI cannot grow old in satan's hot spotSo here I go is my shot.Jesus will fail me not cause He is the only opportunity that I gotGod-willing you will give your life to Christ, man
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