Hook: It’s the C. to the R. to the O.S.S.    We make you MOVE with the M. to the E.N.T.    We preach the C. to the R. to the O.S.S.    Coming at you with the Gospel frequently       Verse 1: I’m free from the bondage of having to sin    having to give in    loving the world’s top ten    having to not win when I struggle    free to love the Lord with all of my might    seeing life with all of my sight    vision unimpaired and clearer than ever    now is my faith, my salvation nearer than ever    nearer than when I first believed    then when I first received life from the giver    well springs spring up inside    right from the river (Euphrates style)    you fraidy cats prowl on the fence and howl in defense    I’d rather find out how to repent to the wildest extent    while this world wallows away in there childish events    stuck in the mode of thuggin’ and livin for the moment    livin every moment as the Lord’s opponent    askin’ to be forgivin but givin’ poor atonement    hopin’ the thought that there isn’t really more condones it    but don’t it ever seem strange and deranged to see art work with no author’s name on the frame?    The wise move is to check to see if the architect has supplied tools to help us dig deeper    to fall in-love with a God who could rig Easter to rescue the rest of us from the grim reaper    And if you trust Him to save you, you can trust Him to keep ya       Repeat Chorus       Verse 2: Until then, my dealings and my feelings are controlled by the wheel in    the middle of my will, ILL    I fell    hell would have caught me but Christ came And Blood brought me    His love sought me, located me and so faithfully has been    Making me what I am now    when shall this Lord be seen as responsible for all that my team has that’s worth havin’    worth grabbin’    for with both hands, let go of earth’s fabric and come closer than you’ve ever been to your soul’s medicine    jettison this world and it’s trends then yours’    and Christ’s life can begin       Repeat Chorus       Verse 3: I’m not rhymin’ because I like to floss    I toss mics for Christ then step to the left like a right cross    and let Him take the center stage    and set the temperature gage    and get set to blow the spot like ten grenades    ‘cause ever-since a tender age    I’ve moved with the Lord and stayed where the alters and tents were made    So even when the temple is raised then set ablaze, I’ll stay true and give like the Jews when the tenth was gave    Transitionin’ it’s hard to find a man listenin’ to the Lord without raisin’ his hand’s dissin’ Him    only true sons see His hand’s discipline    and have to hand it to Him like “wow” for how he handles them    That’s when you know you’re not ill-legitimate, even when you get ill a little bit    Days later you still are feelin’ it    you don’t understand who you dealin’ with    cause you over there frontin’ and actin’ like you ain’t feelin’ it    Lookin’ all hard and beatin your chest, either come to Christ and live or continue breathin to death    Those are the only two options I can suggest, if you can still look at this God and not get impressed.    He came from the highest of heights to the deepest of depths to buy us at sin’s price so we can be repossessed       Repeat Chorus