The Lord is my rest
And until I lay down the rest
I will not rest
until I see the rest of all of my people
stand up and rise
The body is just a vessel made of flesh
made to stress me out and test me
on my quest for that celestial
I was wise
and cut ties with those attached to the terrestrial
Now I’m somewhere up here in the skies
flying around in my chariot
I follow the steps of Christ
You could say I walk through life vicarious
the times we live in are perilous
It should come is no surprise
when you find out that all them guys
on the corner that you denied
speaking the word that you despised
end up being the only ones who survive
Fix your face
you wasting your time
the Lord can no longer hear your cries