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Redeemed Thought - Still In Motion
(from the album Truth, Beauty, Goodness)
© copyright 2005

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I keep my eyes on the prize and my hands on the plow/
‘Til my hands start bleeding, I’ma milk this cow/
My body is my slave and my God is my master/
Keep my eyes on Christ and stay from disaster/
I won’t stop and I won’t be moved/
I won’t stop and I won’t be moved/
Say it wit’ us y’all, I won’t stop and I won’t be moved/
I won’t stop and I won’t be moved//

Verse 1: Stephen the Levite
Yo, I strive for the mastery, temperate soldier slash athlete/
Crown incorruptible couldn’t snatch it if you battle me/
My focus is locked; I don’t shadow box, body check mate/
Stay on deck; I’m not Tom Hanks/
I cast away not my confidence/
But I count lost all godless nonsense and lawlessness/
To excel in my knowledge of Christ Jesus/
The rest is excrement in comparison test my thesis/
I won’t stop till I’m done; it’s a marathon son/
March two thousand God shot the gun/
And I’m still running, poetry in motion, God’s poem/
Written before “In the beginning” and still composing/
Flowing in prose-march to the heartbeat of my God, wit’ energy, throwing them bo’s/
I breathe in my nose the Holy Spirit circulates regenerating me/
But still the fullness is released when I blow/
This world just doesn’t the extent/
Of empowerment endowed in the Spirit of one, who represents/
Like a soldier with his mind bent/
Planning on saving the planet from sin, with or without a regiment/
Ready to die, agonizing for Adonai/
In the name of the Lamb who was slain, crucified/
For the lost, on the cross He crossed the finish line/
“Tetelestai” so get caught up or get left behind.

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Verse 2: muzeONE
Anchor to the soul, yo tsunami’s can’t topple me/
Grounded on the rock, spirit locked down properly/
Key to ministry is broken heart and wet eyes/
My salvation draws nigh, keep my eyes on the skys/
Mary style kid, waiting for food, my spirit’s hungry/
Tongue sung psalms all night long, worship is lovely/
I’m bugging b, cat’s is dying out there, Who’s Preaching’?/
Harvest whiter than vanilla ice, but no one’s speaking/
I’m reaching the depths of God’s great gifts/
If it breaks both my hips and leaves me walking with a limp/
Even if that happens I’ma grip his leg hard/
Because I won’t let go till I’m governed by GOD/
My squad stays positioned in the courts of the Lord/
Yo, we’re swinging swords leaving fat Philistines floored/
Hardcore, rush the door, snatch men from hell’s gates/
Wrath packs enough weight to make the sane irate/
Waiting on the Lord like Pentecost, but keep a sound mind/
Power from on high showers on the hour to revive/
So, turn the furnace up, burn it 7x’s hotter/
‘Cause my sin is consumed in the presence of the Father/
Even though it’s blazing, I won’t come out/
Stay patient, keep waiting till the King calls me out!/
No doubt when I’m done I’ma be flaming red/
Won’t stop preaching till you cats throw a brick at my head.

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