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letra de strong - chrys jones

[hook]:
if my king made all the heavens and all the earth
and he’s god yet he put on human flesh at his birth
if my king came and had demons begging for mercy
then he’s strong enough to keep me alive when they hurt me
if my king laid down his life on a cross and took it up again
then i know he’ll never leave me and i can fully trust in him
if my king is all of that, faith could be never be wrong
(with the help of god i know that i can be strong)

[verse 1]:
my king will never fold and he promisеd that every knee would buckle
our tiny fists against his mighty hand, that’s brokеn knuckles
these burger kings chasin they own way, he does more than chuckle
he’ll bring us down if we try to run up on him, pulling every muscle
the church is like samson, got a full head, but no goldilocks
the cross was just right, he ain’t jack, but he did have an open box (risen!)
he is the gate and his streets are golden, not just the arches
our sin was scarlet like wendy’s hair and he chose the target
we can celebrate his strength, it is limitless
he never ever needed roids to finish a lift
man, we look like urkel giving him lip
but the stone will demolish every nemesis
elijah delighted disclosing the lies of some idols
the god of the bible arrived and he met em with fire
that’s hulk hogan vs pee wee herman in the ring
or an unbreakable chain versus the weakest link
these so-called “god” rappers will all learn to sing
like sunday services, proclaiming, “jesus is king”
[hook]

[verse 2]:
once you come through the door, you can rest in christ, and he’s more safe than brink
his system’s armed to stay, don’t be alarmed like adt
we’re simplisafe cuz he is the way and he will not take a knee
never tired at the end of the day, he fought to the death and rose in three
the wolves got fangs they maintain, at our hearts and brains they take aim
but if david could use his hands to k!ll a bear and a lion the day that they came
what about the shepherd who took on flesh and calmed storms, he showed he makes rain
what else he gotta do to prove that he will not lose all who came for his grace, wait
imagine an iron fist, with a golden glove, that is set in stone
you reach in to release the grip, but you can’t, so it’s better just left alone
you would be a fool to think you could walk up right up to tyson’s home
mike and fury both would send you running, like you lost to bolt
some cats get phanatikal, and they think that the lord is a hired hand
but he gave up every bit of salary for the sheep now we eat the entire land
o brother where art thou? listen up for the voice of messiah, man
he’s the good shepherd, the son of god, making straight our paths, like an iron, man

[hook]

- chrys jones

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