forgiveness It?s by His grace alone I trust in Jesus Trust in Jesus I Trust in Jesus My great Deliverer My strong Defender The Son of God I trust in Jesus
It's by His grace alone I trust in Jesus, trust in Jesus I trust in Jesus, my great Deliverer My strong Defender, the Son of God I trust in Jesus, blessed
It?s by His grace alone I trust in Jesus Trust in Jesus I Trust in Jesus My great Deliverer My strong Defender The Son of God I trust in Jesus Blessed
at Talib Kweli e-Kweli-ty yo tell them where we be at [Talib Kweli] Brooklyn New York City where they paint murals of Biggie In cash we trust cause
In the Lord you can trust He will be there with us Now Jesus was laid in a hole in the ground He was dead, but the third day God's hand brought Him
the myth. In anticipation of their own death, they await his coming. Sweet Jesus have mercy on me. Sweet Jesus, they share his agony. Sweet Jesus, they
[Prelude: The Ambassador] We want people to become disgusted With the separation between God and man And we want them to then solely trust Jesus Christ
the bush the Rose of Sharon got crowned with thorns And was risen up on a third day morn Now it's on, for anyone who's got the time of day Let Him change
is to be in Jesus I fooled you with the FUBU and baggies without the creases My chief is Jesus got's to know him is my thesis Without Jesus even Reeses
know the whole way? Let me tell you what His word say Lived the perfect life Paid the purchase price Gave up His life Then he rose on the third day...
cooked up rock, and ain't never got knocked ??? when I used to sport Lee's And I thought G's how to transport ki's But one thing I learned from the day
for wealth and regret Families, what up Stay together, pray together Brave the elements of weather, whether it's sunshine or rain Do that thing like it's your day
face in the basin Diamonds in my rosary shows he forgave him Bitch I?m red hot, I?m on my third six but the devil, I?m not My Jesus piece flooded but
heat when I ignored the light, won't get burnt twice But most are incomplete like cilo minus the third die [Chorus] [Verse 3:] My third eye which is
dust bunnies I laugh at the mess I've created for myself until it gets unfunny But I'm content in the fact that they don't expect respect, sex, love, or trust
