Storms come and storms go
Where do I stand between the rain and the ground?
Am I the barrier that prevents the grass from receiving nourishment?
Or am I the barrier that prevents the rain from helping a fellow nature element?
When I speak, the thunder rolls
The rolling tide of thunder so great, it makes the hearts of loved ones shake
It makes people listen
It makes the world want to hear me give words of truth
I stand in the gap as if I were Isaiah
And I tell God, "Here am I. Send me."
Send me to do your bidding
Send me to lift the world from its knees
Send me to save the ears of the innocent from lying politicians
Send me to retrieve others from the depths of their sin
Send me to save myself from the skin I'm in
For the flesh is weak, but the spirit is willing
And when I rise up, I know I'll make a killing
My words are not violent, but they are just as strong
Mine enemies will fall to me from one single word, "Jesus"
When I say the name of Jesus, the demons will tremble
There will be tremors in the ground
And their worlds will crack at the weight of their failure
They bring the lightning, but I bring the thunder
Just as rival pirates, we fight for plunder
Silver and gold, two precious treasures
But the amount of either one we have is not what God measures
God measures the heart and it's goodness
God measures the heart to see if His Son is in it
The world constantly changes and drifts
Society is a boat of sailors lost at sea
Society is a lone grass in the desert
Society is a fallen tree in a jungle of standing trees
Society has drifted...
The storms hit and people remained weak
They forgot God and never read the Bible any day of the week
Their clothes were tattered and they complained about not being on fleek
People resorted to alcoholism
Drinking themselves into a alcoholic prison
People resorted to sexual immorality
Passionate sex isn't enough, so masochism makes up for it in totality
People resort to drugs
Crack will crack the minds of those who think that crack will save them from the crack of Hell they're in
People resort to murder
Death caused by hatred, love, and lust, which lead to fatal attractions
Now should I stay between the grass and rain?
Or should I move to ease the world's pain?
