All The Nations

[Intro: JGivens]
Run

[Verse 1: I.C. Jonez]
No plate tectonics
No Nostradamus
No philosophical knowledge will breakdown Abba
Casa, deluge, no doze, no snooze
No walk in the park, nah no [?]
Boisterous winds
Faith from within
Help you walk on water
Demons get slaughtered
It's a done [?], break you off something [?]
All I do is
Pray for Wacka Flocka
I'm a puppet and God is my master, waka waka waka
Ha yeah, like most monsters
How we gonna conquers
Wild out
Like [?]
Cheerleaders for Christ
A bunch of pom-pomers
We pretty hype, can't get much calmer
Army of the Lord, protected by the armour
Jesus raised from the dead, who lives longer

[Hook: JGivens]
I sent you a crop that you did not work for
Harvest the crop of the life eternal
I sent you a harvest you did not plan (what)
I planted the truth in the Son of Man
Go and make disciples of all the nations (what)
Go and make disciples of all the nations (what)
All the nations (what)
All the nations (what)
Go and make disciples of all the nations (what)

[Verse 2: JGivens]
Go, follow the Gatekeeper
The mediator to the Father
Creator of every creature
He's the flow of Living Water preacher
So you can catch us
Dancing at the fountain like Moesha
That's what we in pursuit of
To spread His good news, word to mouth no Buddha
The body is the temple
If Christ is the ruler then the Spirits running through it like them blue barracudas
They mocked Him and spilled His blood
They watched Him [?] to the skies above
Now praise to the Lamb who showed them love
So they fit in His hand, no OJ glove
Praise be to my Hero 'cuz He saved me, set my soul free like that zero was
And He so loves
He allowed His only child to get rolled up in place of your blood

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Doc Jones]
Since I gave my life to the one true King
I've been trying to tell the world about the grace He brings
Sound the ring-ring
Break chains, they cling
Freedom for those who really [?], sing sing
Every nation we will go
Multiply disciples
Plant a seed, we sow and sow
He's the One who make it grow
So we harvest those He chose
Only time will show
If you were sent then you will know
Hit the road and go
Don't call Him Lord if you don't follow
His command to tell the world to make disciples
I'm a D-I-S-C-I-P-L-E
Servant of the Lord 'til I D-I-E
To the end of the Earth
Bring truth to the cursed
Riding with the Body like I'm driving a hearse
The crop is on souls living dead, hard cold
Right here in Sin City a valley of dry bones

[Hook]