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letra de exodus - stylus (raymond mowla)

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verse 1
i’m sittin’ here hopin’ my mind is gettin’ right
while the vibe is getting’ light

though the things that i be warrin’ for are way beyond my sight
it’s a long path to redemption

while i’m servin’ like a sentence
and guardin the good deposit from satan and all his henchmen – i’m a

spiritual being so i war with the unseen
never waste my words on carnal men who don’t know what they mean
all they eyes seein’ is green – while i stand upon his word
tryna feed ‘em with the whole cow, but they meal’n with thе birds – so i

switch the game and turn my focus to the cross
nothing еlse is even worthy- so to me it’s not a loss

as i read the text, “to die is gain” i am appalled
that so many dudes would, “die for fame” and trade it all – but i

see how the tempter be deceivin’ in the pews
it’s the sin of syncretism that now permeates our views

conceding to a tolerance that waters down the truth
so i could tell you that i love you but don’t tell you who to choose – though he’s the

truth, the way, and the life – and that’s his strategy
to serve him – some men died young but died happily

these dudes never owned their own homes or had a family
their whole life hearin’, “what a darn shame and tragedy”

but that’s the price of livin’ out of your conviction
in a world that is enslaved to indoctrinated prisons;

a failure that depraved minds concocted by decisions
while rejectin’ our lord and redefinin’ what is living – i’m a
salt the earth while i ignite a holy exodus
remind them that salvation ain’t a prize to all the best of us

but rather for the worst of us – identifying sinners
and teach em how the men who carried crosses were the winners – we can

move to a season where we give the proper the honour
to those men who raised up children knowin’ they are not the father

to the ones who died proclaiming our salvation to the hostile
gave it all; goin’ to places just so one could hear the gospel

i feel the call to start the stirrin’ up of faith
for the time is getting closer and the lord would not delay

a day is like a thousand years – a thousand years a day
so i’m callin’ on the saints to bow a knee and start to pray

i know the naysayers will tell you what they say
as they walk in steps of error they will surely try to sway

but i’m cryin’ out for mercy that they’ll never see the day
when the kingdom doors are shut and all the rest are turned away

we have the power to make choices every-day
there’s a liberty in love that grants us freedom to go stray
imagine what we’re saying if we use that choice to stay?
it’s a faithful proclamation that we see no other way

so i’m relying on his mercies every day
that both my life and with my words – i’m unified in what i say

there’s no room for hypocrisy; this ain’t a game we play
wit’ these souls left in the balance and these vultures out to prey!

interlude

verse 2
i’m on a mission to revive the living dead
so they can understand the meaning of the reason why he bled

he’s the savior yet he put away his glory so instead
he could raise us from the ashes of our sin covered in red

yea, that’s his blood – he poured out and called it love
we can’t comprehend the concept ‘cause his roots are from above

we ain’t known for doing right and yet how quick we are to judge
but if the lord produced our balance (owing) none of us would measure up

so hear my pleas and tell the fornicators flee
this is not about degrees – you either live it and you’re free

or you’re playin’ jeapordy; tryna chance it for a plea
never conscious that our sin is like an e-ternal disease

the kind that separates
sit back and start to meditate
until you start to levitate
let holy spirit demonstrate

this ain’t for featherweights – n0body gets a pass
either jesus died for sinners or we’re still neck deep in his wrath

that’s why the good news is for us the only path
we have peace with god our saviour who has rescued us alas!

and through the grace that saves us – we will get the final laugh
in a world whose only glory slowly withers like the grass

so now i’m doing good – and filling up the gaps
since i’m framed out in his image – it ain’t hard to see my dad

and i share with you my life so you might know this ain’t a fad
it’s my cross i gladly bear so you could see it’s ironclad

i stand before him giving every thing i have
‘cause to me his name is “worthy” – for this precious gift in hand

as the sands of time roll on into the place of timeless sands
are you ridin’ with the dragon – or you walkin’ with the lamb?

- stylus raymond mowla

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