Hand In The Air

[Intro]
Gospel Activists
It's on again
Brothers born-again
I got my crew up in here
We got a question

[Hook]
Tell me what you came in here for
Does anybody love God anymore (x2)

[Enock]
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: The Ambassador]
From the Philly pad
I've been serving Christ and now it's really bad
Nonbelievers are treating Jesus like a silly fad
Weak like the spot Achilles had they got me really mad
Talking bout relationships they never really had
Yo 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 doing things that's odd to see (Odyssey) like the Iliad
Like standing 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 give 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 died to Christ
Died to my rights
Living selfless, render myself helpless
Trusting 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 living 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 denying 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
Coz ever since Adam sinned life was done, but thanks to Christ the Son
When death marked us up with it's pricing gun
Jesus came, 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 arn'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 mobilizing because of the hope I find in the Rope I'm climbing - 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 and Decker
The fact is, pleasure could never measure up black, to Christ so tell us where's your treasure at