Rise

The Lord is my rest 

And until I lay down to rest

I will not rest

until I see the rest of all of my people 

stand up and rise

The body is just a vessel made of flesh 

made to stress me out and test me 

on my quest for that celestial 

I was wise 

and cut ties with those attached to the terrestrial

Now I’m somewhere up here in the skies

flying around in my chariot 

I follow the steps of Christ

You could say I walk through life vicarious

the times we live in are perilous 

It should come as no surprise 

when you find out that all them guys 

on the corner that you denied 

speaking the word that you despised 

end up being the only ones who survive

Fix your face 

you wasting your time 

the Lord can no longer hear your cries