The Final Article - Praise the lord

Bind satan on every level,
Don’t resist the call of God,
Embrace it, don’t be a rebel.

I am a country boy,
A bible junkie boy,
I stomp with Kurt for God,
Man I am so crunk with God.
don’t let the foolish men tell you,
that praising ain’t good.
Saying your appearance is all wrong,
Because praising ain’t hood.
I let my crucifix hang,
Man, and plus I pray a lot.
From bayou, Cajun, Creole land.
And I still praise a lot.
Satan can’t scare us y’all,
If we don’t let him.
Got a lot of lost souls to save,
And we’re gonna get them.
If you’re stressing let it go,
Just stand on God’s word.
The enemy going to try to shake you,
But, don’t be deterred.

I ain’t shaken, I won’t be here forever,
I am going to heaven.
All my trust is in the lord,
One day I’ll be in his presence.
We pray against the devil,
Bind Satan on every level.
Don’t resist the call of God,
Embrace it, don’t be a rebel.

I am so chill with it,
Staying real with this Christ stuff.
Knowledgeable lyrics,
May in turn save a life bro.
I grind on the grind,
Saving souls, missions made bro.
Stress try and stress our mind,
So we lay low.
The rims on my beater,
Shine when I pass through,
Because we can have the same things,
That worldly folk with cash do.
Miss-understood Christian lies,
Christians are glamorous.
Satan tried to tempt us all with sin,
But he can’t handle us.
He tried it with Jesus,
Jesus used the word of God,
The master of deception,
Cannot deceive our God.
I smile when I think about,
What God has done for me.
Souls got to get saved,
Man I hope they run to me.

I ain’t shaken, I won’t be here forever,
I am going to heaven.
All my trust is in the lord,
One day I’ll be in his presence.
We pray against the devil,
Bind Satan on every level.
Don’t resist the call of God,
Embrace it, don’t be a rebel.

I’m a sold-out Christian
A holy ghost rider,
A heaven bound soldier,
A warrior, a fighter.
Chicago’s called chi town,
But it’s nothing they’re afraid of.
Louisiana’s called the boot,
I wonder what its made of.
Missouri’s called the show me state,
I wonder what they want to see.
New York is called the big apple,
How long does it take to eat.
Every state has soldiers,
Kneeling at the father’s feet.
Man we serve a God who went to hell,
And withstood the heat,
And took the keys and left Satan in,
He’s king of kings and lord of lords,
And he’ll be lord when he comes back again.

I ain’t shaken, I won’t be here forever,
I am going to heaven.
All my trust is in the lord,
One day I’ll be in his presence.
We pray against the devil,
Bind Satan on every level.
Don’t resist the call of God,
Embrace it, don’t be a rebel.

Written by:
Charlene Nelson, Clinton Utterbach

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