Taelor:

With a landscape sky, His hands made the world
Sovereign, and man's fate secure
My hands raised, I'm sure...
That I'm up in the pure, presence of the Lord
My heart is His canvas, This life is His canvas
His life was my ransom...the Author
Pen strokes blood and it's pristine
Man it's grace at the ceiling of the Sistine
Got my ear to the ceiling, 'cause I'm listening
For the sky crack, then I'm drifting
on a fly trap
Past Venus intravenous needle never in vein (vain)
You'd rather pull the plug than to see me in pain
So I die
I'm waking up to Jesus, fighting back tears at the sight of Him
Cuz I spent my life fighting Him...and I'm a black eyed loser
Smile on my face at the KO
I'm born again, just a day old
Not even that I'm an infant
Trying to get gone in an instant
His death was extensive, my debt was expensive
I saw His hands, the left was extended
See His right, was holding back wrath
So I'm holding back nothing, I'm a disappearing act
See I thought I was a charmer
Should've been dead, so I know this ain't karma
I'm trading this for Isaiah 6
I'm caught up in a flash flood
Keep raining I'm swimming in this grace
Forgiveness in His grace, the benefits of grace is crazy
I'm saying He SAVED me
Lift my eyes like Psalm 3
His Word is a mirror, my life is a mural
singing House of Heroes, "Lose Control"
My fuse is blown, I'm excited that you Love me
Wish you'd come sooner, trying to be a steward
I wish I was crooner, sort of like Sinatra
Power in this union, on that Jimmy Hoffa
With no mob ties, and no teamsters
Just the whole city lit up by Jesus
Just your face...man it's dust and grace like justice is paraphrased
Let that marinate
It's an off key serenade, I fall short beautifully
Because it gives opportunity...for this Love Quest

Chris:

On the other side of midnight
Tired but inspired thus my pen writes
Still you woke me in my weakness
Captivate me as I rose to this beat fresh
The recess of my spirit and my mind reminding me to speak less
and think more...cuz Jesus I'm out of time
Just a few more days in the week left, but Jesus you're out of time
You don't live in my calendar
Its on your watch the sun be coming out to shine
Jealous, you gave me over to a shallow mind
Troubled, as I retreated to the mountain side
Sweet shepherd you are, supreme master
How could I ever leave your green pastures
Still waters, I'm still bothered around me but I'm learning how to share the Truth
Yup, yup not only when I'm in the booth
Spared to you from becoming passengers on this fallen flight called the world
Caused me to hurl, cuz I'm homesick
Simply trying to share the fruit, Come come- you'll need a parachute
I endeavor to warn them,
but Father there's no honor I endeavor to warm them, cuz they cold hearted
Fellow few became many, I watched them
They was full became empty, and I was with them
Trying to give them encouragement so I don't burn the bridge,
but I can't encourage sin
and Taelor known for them Facebook bulletins
Hoisting up the blood-stained banner
and I watch as they clam up, star fishes and sand dollars
With a heart to hear their fans holler
Man...better yet God, let me talk to you
How the church is fallen, like the autumn moon
and I've no real qualms with the auto tune
Except the fact that we lacking originals,
We tapped in like water with all the minerals
We just need water, Hip Hop is toxic
Rap is just the medium, we need to be the bottom
Rap is just the medium that you should be on top of...that's the proper algorithm
Then we should live it, without the rhythm
We should count the little things that God's done...and add the big things after
In the beginning was God's love, sin came after
How soon I be forgetting that as soon as He died, how soon I be forgiven
Before I was thought of, I already existed
and forever you sought us and made every provision
What manner of Love, and what caused us to question...when it is He who betrothed us and taught us to repent
Rented bodies, we just spiritual synagogues
We treat em wrong because we won't be in em long
and I'm the first to admit it God, I been involved...with idol worship
In your temple, please be gentle it's me Lord...I know I'm sinful
I ain't proud I'm ashamed Lord, but you still the same Lord
Man I'm looking for you, I'm still gon be Love Sick
As sure as the arrow needs the bow
and as sure as the marrow needs the bone, just rise me up Lord
I'm looking for you...