...to Die Is Gain Lyrics

Stephen The Levite ...to Die Is Gain

Hook: To live is Christ and to die is gain/ either way
He's glorified in His saint's/ when our lives are
changed, and the 'I' is crucified in His name/ and we
identify in His pain (we're gonna rise to reign)//x2

Steve: Divine Architect perfectin' a sky scraper/ never
paralleled by Babylonian tower makin' Adonai haters/
this worlds fly but El Shaddai's greater/ so I smile
now, knowin' there's no time in heaven to cry later//
while the world's towers are crumblin'/ the same Rock
keepin' me firm got the disobedient stumblin'/ the
Stone rejected by the builders/ now seen as the head of
the corner conquerin' gangs and drug dealers// now His
crew rolls thick/ international recruiters with
passports and pack of few who flow sick/ spittin' truth
to cats who throw brick/ ready for martyrdom,
separatin' lamps from little glow sticks// this joint
here is for the believers over seas/ smugglin' bibles
and preachin' Jesus where ever God pleases/ regardless
of the received opposition, you remain harmless/
soldiers for Christ endurin' hardness// From the
underground Christian emcees/ to cats leadin'
underground bible studies in foreign countries/ From
cats passin' tracts and plantin' seeds to Pastors
plantin' churches, with a passion for legacy// from the
boy prayin' for his families salvation/ to the man
beggin' wit' tears for God to save his nation/ your
treasures in heaven are waitin'/ your work is not in
vain, and benefits come with this occupation//
'cause...

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Steve: Yo, the mission is still "Build Up!" Redeemed
Thought, blood bought/ members of the Body of Christ
the Holy Spirit sealed up/ teachin' to edify the
brethren/ and preachin' to add livin' stones to the
Master Builders collection// Thrilled to be His Co-
workers/ We Orchestrate Rhymes Servin' His Illuminatin'
Purpose, we call it W.O.R.S.H.I.P./ service goes beyond
the churches, enter the trenches/ too many Christians
are ridin' the benches// pew punks, on some whack
Christmas and Easter junk/ swearin' they know God, but
that's bunk/ they know they be gettin' it crunk,
leavin' the club half drunk/ their garments drenched in
the stench of skunk// sinners with suits on Sundays
mockin'/ the cats rockin' the timbs and fitted caps
diggin' the doctrine/ not knowin' that cat was earnin'
a masters/ in seminary ready to plant a church and
pastor/ this tracks for the objects of man's laughter/
the Jesus freaks, hittin' the streets, who look past
the/ persecution in the pursuit of God, chasin' after/
His prosperity, not presently, but after/ tribulation
so endure with patience/ Jesus Christ has conquered the
world and He keeps a leash on Satan/ your treasures in
heaven are waitin'/ your work is not in vain and
benefits come with this occupation// 'cause...

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