Pick Up My Cross

Its destined for a man to die then face judgment, and
From that there ain't no running, no excuses, no please
Can I re-do this, the little hand on your clock stopped
Now it's time for the big hand of God to drop, earthquakes
Hurricanes, reveal the world's blood stains, a world that
Passes the blame, shouting "Don't hate the playa, hate
The game," but without the faithful to the rule, it's just
Empty desks in a school, evil thrives, there's no sight in
Both eyes, the world revels in lies upon lies
So, I pick up my cross and make sure this flesh is dead
YEAHHH! So, I pick up my cross and make sure this flesh
Is dead (YEAH) I crucify self, born-again! Caught up at the
Trumpet blast, Resurrection, Hallelujah
I'm gone, Hallelujah I'm gone
Darkness is here, O' so near, old man death offers you
Another beer, he who has an ear to hear be of good cheer
Jesus conquered sin and death, but it's off the table unless
By faith you accept, believe, and confess, pursue the Lord
With the best, of your heart, mind, soul, and strength
Because the Lord ain't, accepting I can't
So, I pick up my cross and make sure this flesh is dead
YEAHHH! So, I pick up my cross and
Make sure this flesh is dead (YEAH)
I crucify self, born-again! Caught up at the
Trumpet blast, Resurrection
Hallelujah I'm gone, Hallelujah I'm gone
Don't the devil paint, another picture
Don't let him speak, another lecture
You'd be wise to mind this, rewind this, the
God of Abraham, Isaac, and
Jacob is timeless, that's eternal, no more hunting nocturnal
Remember the Word about that Kernel, of wheat which must
Fall to the ground and stay sound asleep, beneath the dirt, to
Produce more than its single worth, give
Glory to the One who was here first
So, I pick up my cross and make sure
This flesh is dead, YEAHHH!
So, I pick up my cross and make sure
This flesh is dead (YEAH)
I crucify self, born-again! Caught up
At the trumpet blast, Resurrection
Hallelujah I'm gone, Hallelujah I'm gone