What Font Should We Use?
Desperately searching through the sinking sands,
but grace is found in Him, and not the works of man.
There's a hole in your face, and it's running in place.
Your message is stupid; that you're not going anywhere
but into a wooden case.
And maybe you are, but to be set on fire
is to realize that you're already in the case.
You are in the case! You're so dead!
You can't claw your way out, always wanting what you've earned,
but can't see you're already born with more
than you will ever deserve.
Oh how I loved the very vices
that constrained me to a seat heading straight to hell.
Why do bad things happen to good people?
You are no good! Your ignorance is showing!
That only happened once, and it was in him lowering,
himself to be with us you dunce!
Now He's covering your sin and mine,
but keep focusing on your morals and you'll be cut from the Vine.
Oh how I loved the very vices
that constrained me to a seat heading straight to hell.
If you will not die with Christ, you are judged in this case.
The carcass with your face, is cringing at its remains
in a burning mirror,
bursting at the site of the foreknowledge
of exploding boils excreting like waterfalls
from its shards piercing moist,
rotting flesh, and used like ointment on the very wounds creating it.
The wounds creating it are from a mirror, there from myself.
I see clear that I deserve the mirror.
You saw no different, and still You drew near.
My indifference like dirt, but now on my knees, You buried me.
Stuck with myself, You buried me with You,
that I may rise, just as you rose.
Grace unmerited saved my soul. My heart regenerated.
Body resurrected I'm whole. I'm a new creation.
Glory to You Father (Just as You rose)
Glory to You God! (This is my goal.)
Grace unmerited saved my soul. My heart regenerated.
Body resurrected I'm whole. I'm a new creation.
Glory to You Father (Just as You rose)
Glory to You God! (This is my goal.)
He changes the message you murderer! It's my goal!
You're just a good font with a stupid message.
He changes the message you murderer!
Jesus, change my message everyday, from a mirror,
to a window, to Your glorious face!
It doesn't matter what font you use if
the message you're spelling is garbage.
but grace is found in Him, and not the works of man.
There's a hole in your face, and it's running in place.
Your message is stupid; that you're not going anywhere
but into a wooden case.
And maybe you are, but to be set on fire
is to realize that you're already in the case.
You are in the case! You're so dead!
You can't claw your way out, always wanting what you've earned,
but can't see you're already born with more
than you will ever deserve.
Oh how I loved the very vices
that constrained me to a seat heading straight to hell.
Why do bad things happen to good people?
You are no good! Your ignorance is showing!
That only happened once, and it was in him lowering,
himself to be with us you dunce!
Now He's covering your sin and mine,
but keep focusing on your morals and you'll be cut from the Vine.
Oh how I loved the very vices
that constrained me to a seat heading straight to hell.
If you will not die with Christ, you are judged in this case.
The carcass with your face, is cringing at its remains
in a burning mirror,
bursting at the site of the foreknowledge
of exploding boils excreting like waterfalls
from its shards piercing moist,
rotting flesh, and used like ointment on the very wounds creating it.
The wounds creating it are from a mirror, there from myself.
I see clear that I deserve the mirror.
You saw no different, and still You drew near.
My indifference like dirt, but now on my knees, You buried me.
Stuck with myself, You buried me with You,
that I may rise, just as you rose.
Grace unmerited saved my soul. My heart regenerated.
Body resurrected I'm whole. I'm a new creation.
Glory to You Father (Just as You rose)
Glory to You God! (This is my goal.)
Grace unmerited saved my soul. My heart regenerated.
Body resurrected I'm whole. I'm a new creation.
Glory to You Father (Just as You rose)
Glory to You God! (This is my goal.)
He changes the message you murderer! It's my goal!
You're just a good font with a stupid message.
He changes the message you murderer!
Jesus, change my message everyday, from a mirror,
to a window, to Your glorious face!
It doesn't matter what font you use if
the message you're spelling is garbage.
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