I don’t know about you, but this summer got me thinking about everything except God.
Like stressing about my decreasing funds,
And thinking about how I can hide the facebook pictures of me having my sinful fun,
And wondering if the yahoo horoscopes are true in that I’ll finally find the “one”.
Man… my minds been so caught up with these small weenie battles,
Its like I lost conscious and forgot this war is already won
By Jesus who finished it on the cross single-handed.
And I’m forgetting that I have to share this story with others cause Jesus commanded.
But when the time comes to share my faith, I’m gonna drop the ball.
Although I think I got my lines locked and loaded,
My mind is rusted and corroded.
Because Jesus isn’t in that thing behind my big forehead.
And no, Jesus did not escape.
But I’ve been prohibiting Him from my mind.
Thus I drop the ball cause I have difficulty exhibiting Him when it’s time.
Cause if you’re trying to win people to Christ,
Like Lauryn Hill said “How you gonna win, when you ain’t right within.
How you gonna win, when you ain’t right within.”
So first I gotta take my mind off the things of this Earth,
Ask for forgiveness, pick up my bible, pull up the sleeves and let’s get to work.
Right now my mind is stuck on the rug, I need to bring it to the ceiling,
And set my mind on the things above.
Things of God’s peace, grace, and undeniable love.
Of His all-mighty power to do things humanly undreamed of.
And just through reading His word, I fall in love and can’t help but think the world of.
I want to be un-separated by these holy thoughts, so I’ll marry them and seal with I do
And forever see this world in a Christ eyed view.
But It’s kinda crazy, cause when I think about it, God’s been intricately writing a love story of my life
But not between me and my future wife. Instead, between me and him.
Everything from the rain to the sunshine, been turning my head away from sin and toward Him.
So the trials in life aren’t meant to make Him my enemy,
But to see the cup is always full and never half or empty.
Now I won’t ever need weed, booze, or red bull when I’m stressing for real,
Cause I could just chill, close my eyes and concentrate on how heaven feels.
And if you want to fly high in the sky too,
You don’t gotta be Birdman Jr., AKA Weezy F. Baby,
All you gotta do is open your heart and let Jesus Christ save thee.
Praise God.. sams, jay, and mantha were hellla dope.. props props props
