Victory Party

They want puns and punchlines I want the Son I wanna see the Son shine and not just some or sometime He's not seasonal He's not summertime they said I hope u got more that was sophomore no more soft we gon chew its more hardcore thought u was gonna bring the flame till it was charbroiled so spark it with charcoal ain't hardly got a mark on it so I dug into my bag of match like grabbed a bat strike I had to step back like whoa lit up by the lightning likeness of the Lord known as the Lamb lampin on a Great White Throne that's just pages of revelations after ages still feel the ageless anticipation heaven's A-listing angels and still waiting for the fulfillment of this fulfill the dream statements u probably waiting on a text probably on a block or on a corner waiting on the steps on a side or on a job waiting on a cheque or online waiting for what they call update next but blessed is he that reads if the lesson in the message is definitely to be heeded definitely those who turn a deaf ear will be defeated by death so its best to just cling to Jesus the heart is a throne that's fit for a king if you found Him then crown Him and watch your life bling He sovereignly made man's very free will but still made it so that .. and every knee kneels to the King.. the equivalent of an audio optical illusion with colorfully nostalgic new chopped n screwed music hear the victorious sound like the historic renown of the victorian crown one at the true height of passion with the clashing of titans and a few lightning flashes let the celebration begin Jesus tasted death for us never to taste it again so why u chasing the wind read Ecclesiastes and see His face in the end so when the saints go marching in no grave clothes brave souls and an age old army wins but this age won't start again this is unpaved road that we're embarking in that's why the unsaved soul is what we're targeting we trying to bring them in the kingdom like welcome to the shores of eternity where the sand of time and the hourglass that pass get poured into a glassy sea and tidal waves roll full-throttle and time n space is rolled up like a scroll and let go just like a message in a bottle as history floats aways no past no future everything is present we're standing in the presence of a King but we're not peasants anticipating without waiting taking part in everything that's pleasant but as much as we enjoy it all it's only by God's grace that we were unable to avoid His call plus He's enjoying us more He's victorious we're just the spoils of war