V1
Yeah I got the best product but I ain’t trying to sell it tho, I ain’t trying to judge em but I’m giving them appellate flow. Tell ‘em what they better know the way of the cross is we sick and we lost so then Christ is that medical. Any other health plan eternally’s heretical, they will all fall like them walls that was Jericho. The error in this era is more severe than clerical, so namely talking of God’s insanely hysterical. But, a true believer will accept that we suffer, in the footsteps of the cross His grace is the buffer. We believe in we conceding life is a season, Christ is the reason there’s life in our grieving. Even if you heathen its Christ to believe in, if u do believe in fight til u see him.
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It’s the way of the cross we carrying our load
In this world that we live, down a oneway road
The blood’s His, it’s poured out, No looking back is what it all is about
V2
This life and it’s pedigree everything that you better be is not saying to yourself I gotta do a better me. You will see the enemy is never done homey you can never run you the bun and sin is the sesame. So take a bite it’s his life that’s the recipe, ain’t no might if you in Christ it’s like you are next to He. So we fight by his might my life’s like a mess to me, but that’s aight cuz he is life the fight is my destiny. Uhnn, I’m feeling real focused now the world is tricking people can u see the hocus pocus now. We surrounded by everything saying live in wealth, even religion’s missing the bidding from Him deny self. Yeah thats how we show that we like Him living a life and all forgiven by Christ despite sin.
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V3
The victims of the cross were forced to carry that tree, no negotiation humiliation for all to see. The destination would be the location you cannot leave, it’s a wrap no looking back it’s fact you will bleed. And experience the pain of the life that you lived in vain, but for the Christian it’s different, cuz now we under His reign. So we face opposition external and internal, hated by all but called to it all by our paternal. To ball but no Paterno, we stumble but never fall or fumble the ball at all no Dante’s inferno, naw. You are all, if living under the call, blessed by God with the gall to handle it all. It’s the way of the cross y’all, that separates us from the ones that are lost y’all.
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