Oh My

I speak about Christ, he's not a religion, eternal life he Be given, you miss him, you're slipping It's like having Jordan with no Pippin Scottie tissues, your eyes dripping, the guy's Issue for God's missions, listen close If you're not, you might miss him, like Targets with Hooks, two stories of God missions, told by the book, a body with attributes, as a man How do he look, as fisherman, fisher price tag for tracks I'm out dishing, I like to Stock ton of scriptures in me, spirit indwelling I must listen, newborn to old Christians Remain alive on the inside, my spirit quickens That evil guy, he be soon chicken, cooking That crooked cat, he be caught in a line, slipping, hell boy, you won't see it in hell, good riddance