Catacombs

Raised from the deadliest catacombs of my heart
Meaning my innermost graves
He rolled the stone from the arch
Resurrecting every day by the grace of my God
My flesh daily on hunt
So I'm bear trapping its plot
But let the Spirit murder me
With courtesy I'm urging thee
To spike into my rights and find it quick to humble me
Only stage worth taking
Is a bended knee to honor thee
Catch me spiting
With a cocktail of hymnology
Watch the Christ feed the fiends
Watch the Creed meet the street
and flip a wretched race into glorious chorus of praise
Scoring a glorious opus
From his blood ink paid
Two Thousand years
Since the day, His grace displayed
And he's still saving folks from their grave
Including me

(Jesus)
Lifted out the gutter
Shushing haters to a stutter
and crumbling religion
With the spitting of his mutters
Just messing with doubters
Catering to feed the brothers
Undercover foretelling
Death's soon and coming hour
Hovering between fulfilling prophecy
N' hypocrisy from fakers
Hit by men mobbing
Out they jealousy
Rebuking false power
From powers that be
Letting Lazarus decease
God's glory increased
Defeat for Christ
Was a forever a fleece
To show flex, and resurrect
Defeat to the ultimate Thief
My soon and coming king
Forever will be
No doubt to surmount

The Love that died on a tree
Building an arc from the start
Through the tomb I am free
Through His grace I believe
His revolution, my evolution
No longer I, but Christ in me
Still walking Chicago streets
But my home city awaits
Indwelled by the Spirit of God
Waiting with His Reign
Tension with the timing
One day I'll blink
And the mudslide will coincide to the end of all things
Only surviving through the fire
Under the wings of my King
From Galilee showing Calgary
July '98 on Hollywood and Ashland
I intersected with Grace