SpitFire - Intellectual

What a mighty God I serve

Created the earth by word

He spoke it like it was

From the bugs in the mud

To the doves up above

I’ve learned

That He came down in love

He was slain for the blood

To remit my sin

For sure

Christ is the door

And the Father drew me in

Cause the word of the Spirit

It burns

The beginning of end

Of the old man

Made new in Christ

And I know that

They do dislike

How He’s Holy

Yet truly He is the only

Way to a home in glory

The proof is in history

They slew Him

He bled for me

He rose

We got victory

That ought to put you down on your own face

If it doesn’t then I hope you come to know grace

Cause there’s nowhere to hide there’s no place

That God don’t resides and He don’t stay

Every sin that’s committed gone be paid

Either at the cross or the throne on the day

Searching for the lost to bring them home into His glory

Preaching repentance like He’s coming in a hurry

I’m trying to put the image in your head like you’re dropping acid

Hoping that you’re never coming down from that hit

That God is the greatest and no one can match Him

There was nothing here before Him there’ll be nothing after

His Spirit is eternal and it just so happens

He connected us through Christ and you can’t detach it

It got me so excited that I bring the racket

To tighten up your brain like I brought a ratchet

So run and tell that on the mountain

I was a Bo Peep looking sheep til he found me

I used to roll roll deep in the street smoking ounces

Did a couple beatings with my people like scoundrel

I was in sin so deep it’s astounding

A lot of violations on me who’s counting

Until the Holy Spirit brought beef so rowdy

Through the Word preached and I heard Him speak loudly

Fellow saints persecuted, God’s with them

They ain’t really worried about the men they God fearing

Everybody down hear ain’t God’s children

The spirit of the age known to make some villians

There’s a lot of crying in the streets and God hear ‘em

Young mother custody of kids and no dinner

Lord, she’s dancing like a stripper come get her

Word is baby father is a known guerilla

Modern day warfare

A lot of men don’t care

We don’t wanna go where

People feel it’s no fair

Even when it’s so clear

That we ought to go there

Problem is we don’t share

The gospel

No prayer closet for the world that’s hostile

To God’s calling

But everybody need Him cause the world is fallen

The gospel is a message that they just can’t swallow

Til the power of the Spirit kicks in to resolve it