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Lojique - Shine
(from the album Process of Illumination)
© copyright 2004

Verse One:

A generation dying out, crying out for one to stand in the gap
And counter the enemy's plan of attack
Without love I'm just a man with a rap, and though the words are nice
None of this adds up to anything more than merchandise
Which may make for a fascinating table display
But I really want to be able to say
"I rebuke you Satan, 'cause Christ has defeated you"
But there's some cats that want to have their cake and eat it too
"You been reading your Bible kid?" "Yo, I been meaning to"
Deceiving you, making excuses that ain't even true
"Yo, I consider myself a Christian, consider my sins forgiven"
But Sunday morning, expedition: gone fishin
I can't serve You by simply professing affiliation
Subject myself to possible public humiliation
My flesh is tainted with desire and pride
I need You to light the fire inside, and shine through me


Shine, Jesus, shine
Fill this land with the Father's glory
Blaze, Spirit, blaze
Set our hearts on fire
Flow, river, flow
Flood the nations with grace and mercy
Send forth Your word
Lord, and let there be light

Verse Two:

I give it to em raw, nothin more rugged than the cross on Golgotha
I look to the eastern sky, cry, "Maranatha"
To catch a vision of the return of the Risen
And I'll never turn, even under penalty of imprison(ment)
I can endure a cell, energized and ever ready
To fulfill my purpose to worship and never bury
The talents You gave me the balance to make the most of
More colorful than the coat of Joseph
Explosive enough to split a water molecule
Separate the hydrogen from the oxygen, turn it into fuel
For the fire that burns within, enabling a sinner to turn from sin
Like a drowning man that suddenly learns to swim
You respond to my needs with pinpoint accuracy
The only varying factor is me, teach me to stand firm
Light my path like a lantern

(repeat Chorus)

All my peoples on the left, put them, put them hands up
All my peoples on the right, put them, put them hands up
All my peoples in the back, put them, put them hands up
All my peoples in the front, put them, put them hands up
Up, up to the Maker of the heavens and earth
Up, up, Alpha and Omega, the Last and the First
Up, up to the All-Knowing, All-Encompassing, All-Seeing
JAH, Father Divine, Supreme Being
Equipping us for the war, no more is it flesh and blood that we wrestle with
Leaving the land desolate
Make me the vessel that reflects the light when You shine
Give me the new wine from the True Vine

(repeat Chorus to end)