The Final Article - Rescue Me

I’m in pain rescue me, by your saving power,
This valley of death, world’s darkest hour.
Then I will praise God’s name in singing,
And give him honor with thanksgiving.
The things that I had that were cursed,
Were burned,
Ask God for revelation, as truth’s discerned.
Yah, way, isn’t our way,
We have to walk straight,
We will never get to heaven,
If we’re all walking sideways.
High rate of speed on a wide highway,
Do a 180 down that narrow path,
You’ll find me.
Calm like a monk praying for peace,
Reading scriptures, meditating on my beliefs.
Yep, y’all, Jesus Christ is my savior,
But I’m poor and needy,
Please hurry to aid me.
I belong to God so I look for that,
I’ve hit hard times y’all,
But I can’t look back,
Unless I turn to a pillar of salt,
And then I can’t be mad,
Because it’s all my fault, does anybody care.

I find it really strange,
How we all meet strangers,
Only to learn that I face the same stuff.
Y’all I keep praising more, no less,
Never pass a time to speak,
About God’s righteousness.
I love to talk to folk biblically enlightened,
Old school,
As long as Jesus name is heightened,
I’m cool.
Thank God that my table’s loaded,
I realize I’m blessed,
But what about the poor man,
Who have no food, no clothes, no shelter,
Who keeps his jacked closed with belts bro.
Walks around the streets,
In his busted steal toes,
He looks for work, but society says no.
Thank God for Jesus so we lean on something,
Thought the world can’t see it,
But God’s soldiers are stomping.
Move forward, move forward,
March soldier step now.
Sitting in the seat for the lord,
And can’t step down.
St. Carl can carry us,
Fasting and praying,
Ain’t no demons scaring us.
They’re like terrorist, waiting on their time,
Am I the only one who sees it,
Or is it all in my mind.

I ain’t done yet, I’ve got more to say,
If there’s ammo left, we got more to spray.
Got tanker boots on,
Ones without the lace,
Got the armor of God on, plus I embrace,
A great sword in my hand,
That I swing religiously,
You’re going to have a fight,
If you plan on getting it.
Live life like a soldier,
Soldiers are trained,
Take out on foot, bus, airplane, or train.
Got a destination to get to, we move,
We might fail a mission,
But we never really lose.
Everybody’s got a path to be on,
Better choose,
From the rich man’s diamonds,
To the poor man’s shoes.
Got made it all, furthermore he made you,
Some people want the lord,
But some folks don’t have a clue.
I still rap, still sing, still maintain,
I lived life, lived joy, lived through pain.
Y’all the same thing, the storms and the rain,
Friends turned their backs,
I was honest and it hurt,
Now it’s nothing left to do but watch God work.
Now it’s nothing left to do but watch God work.

Written by:
JOSHUA TODD, KEITH EDWARD NELSON, JAMES H., IV ASHHURST, STEVEN L. DACANAY

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