Soul

Lyrics

From the jump where the rhema of God at? In the beginning was the Logos from the mouth of the Godhead Who was with Him, and He is Him, in the fullness of Yahweh Who existed, preeminently One with the Father In Him Was the Life and the Light in the darkness It'll shine upon us and nobody can conquer From the crib to the coffin No one's hid from the Law See it was all so simple before the sin in the garden But man had his plans now his dominion is fallen When the Lord directed steps they were meant to be walked in Who but God can soften a cold heart that's been hardened? Matter fact, call the Doctor, need a full transplant Put the cuffs on it, cardiac arrest throw 'em in-to the catacombs Something wicked this way comes Sink like a millstone Hung around the neck of a fool Who causes one to stumble, he'll make his bed down in Sheol Give Me, give me, give me Your Soul Give Me, give me, give me Your Soul No turning back once the hand hits the plow You're either with Him or against Him No civilians allowed on the battlefield We wrestle not against flesh and blood But with the powers and the rulers of wicked spirits above We armored up! Praying that His will be done Proclaiming "maranatha" at the top of our lungs We are the sons and the daughters of the Ancient of Days They wanna slay and deceive us, try and snatch that seed up But we done brought receipts washed in the blood of Jesus Sprinkled with the water, keep our conscience clean The only One Who can atone and not our righteous deeds But by His mercy and His Love the Kinsman redeemed us The betrothal on the cross, there's never been such dowry All believers have received The Holy Spirit of Yahweh And 'til death do us part we live forever and always As the bride resurrected with new heavenly bodies Give Me, give me, give me Your Soul Give Me, give me, give me Your Soul How a beggar gon' come give to the poor? But what he's preaching, he's bequeathing gifts money can't afford And it rains down on 'em like fire from above And kindles in my bones unless I speak of His love We had enough Coddling and watered down gospel So the charlatan can profit off of fleecing the flock Whose mind is hostile toward God because it's all about "self" Lord, help us in our unbelief and false prophecies Looks like the wolves out here that are feeding the sheep And there will be plenty who weep and gnashing of teeth But You've prepared a table for me in front of my enemies Strengthen me I'll fear no evil cause You're with me The dead man taunts but You're the God of the Living And I shall not want because there's nothing I'm missing And when the grief press against me I know no weapon shall prosper I'm just a thief on the cross calling upon Yeshua HaMashiach Give Me, give me, give me Your Soul Give Me, give me, give me Your Soul Give Me, give me, give me Your Soul Give Me, give me, give me Your Soul