Hands In The Air

INTRO: Gospel Activists / it's on again, brothers born-again / I got my crew up in here, we got a question

CHORUS: Tell me what you came in here for / does anybody love God anymore / (2X) / You know who it is when we come through your town / Look around the time for salvation is now / Who got their hands on the plow / Throw your hands in the air if you down

VERSE 1: [Ambassador] From the Philly pad I've been servin' Christ and now it's really bad / nonbelievers are treating Jesus like a silly fad / Weak like the spot Achilles had they've got me really mad. Talking 'bout / relationships they never really had / They kill me, dag, it's not about the skills we have. Cities are sickly, it's all about the Balm of Gilead / Known for doin' things that's odd to see (Odyssey) like the Iliad / Like standin' on top of the water like a lily pad / The Life Giver who turns your heart like a river. From when it was trashy and / when it was nasty like liver / He fills His quiver with children who follow His orders. Sons and / daughters who've been changed like dollars to quarters / Holler—He'll pour you grace and then pour you some more grace / Give you wisdom when you're in a trial like a court case / Can't show you the pure face but you can get a pure taste—goodness / Never running out
Just like your drawer space / All sing to the only acceptable Offering. All things reconciled by His / death on the cross beam / With blood that was clean, and blood that "ca-ching". He purchased men so that must mean / Worship the King / God the Son - the only One with a plan to redeem. Stronger than the / Army, Navy, Air Force, and the Marines / Elohim, the A to Z and all that's in between. The Supreme / Who could have let us fall yet He intervened / Called the elect, makes sure we accept / He rooted us in Christ so we can grow like a chia pet / So hail the King, Priest and Prophet, the inexhaustible topic / The Person of God you can peep with your optic

VERSE 2: [Enock] In the eyes of this world my life is trife / they don't understand when I say I've died to Christ / died to my rights / Livin' selfless, render myself helpless / trustin' God, set my heart where His eternal wealth is / What else is there to live for, what else is there to hope in still / I bow to Christ with a broken will / Becoming broken bread and poured out wine / when seen with the natural eye authentic Christian livin' blows the mind / What validates my faith? Go check. You'll see from the holy scroll to the codex, that God inspires the whole text / the Scriptural facts will surprise you and paralyze you like broke necks, shake up your whole set, leave your soul vexed, I pray you dream of His Holiness and wake up in cold sweats / Can't dissolve the mixture no matter how odd the picture. There's no denyin' the God of Scripture / Equipped with the truths that transform, becoming a thorn wherever man swarms / We bring the real when we kingdom build upon the Rock / He's the One you can either stand on, or be the one whom He lands on, weather the sinking sand storms / until you realize there's no other God worth taking a chance on / We keep our hands on the plow breaking up the fallow ground / while Christ can be found seek Him and follow now

VERSE 3: [Phanatik] It's been told that men without Christ would face insurmountable odds / and the greatest of these would be a close encounter with God / (and you don't want that) even though your're free to give it a try, 100% before the Most High / either live it or die / Cause ever since Adam sinned life was done, but thanks to Christ the Son / when Death marked us up with it's pricin' gun / Jesus came and smiled and paid for us all and brought the work of sin to an / end like the child labor law / when the wild and wayward saw that in Jesus, God forgave us all who repented / and consented that our way was wrong, then they saw why the truth rocks us / so hard enough to work arduous to bo-gard, yo just pardon us / Like the marginous distance between Mars and us, understand men are from dust / and aren't smart enough, or large enough to harness up and jump the marvelous / distance between us and God we just tarnish up His image. My mission is to open eyes / and I'm steady mobilizin' because of the hope I find in the rope I'm climbin'—Jesus, tougher than Teflon / hung with the common thugs though He had more class than Upper Echelon / I'm in love with the way He put us back together / Life was broke then Christ came in handy like Black & Decker / The fact is, "pleasure" could never measure up black, to Christ so tell us where's your treasure at