It’s the full story of life crushed into 4 minutes. The entirety of humanity in the palm of your hand crushed into one sentence. Listen it's intense, right:
God. Our. Sins. Paying. Everyone. Life.
The greatest story ever told that’s hardly ever told.
God.
Yes. God.
The maker and giver of life
And by life I mean any and all manner and substance
Seen and unseen
What can and can't be touched
Thoughts, image, emotions
Love, atoms and oceans
God
All of it his handy work
One of which is masterpiece
Made so uniquely that angels looked curiously
The one thing in creation that was made with his imagery
The concept so cold
It’s the reason I stay bold
How God breathed into man and he became a living soul
Formed with the intent of being infinitely intimately fond
Creator and creation held in eternal bond
And it was placed in perfect paradise till something went wrong
A species got deceived and started lusting for his job
An odd list of complaints as if the system ain’t working
And we used that same breath He graciously gave us to curse Him
And that sin seed spread though our souls genome
And by nature of your nature
Your species
You participated in the mutiny
Our
Yes. Our sins.
It's nature inherited
Lack in the human heart
It was over before it started
Deceived from day one
And lead away by our own lusts
There’s not a religion in the word
That doesn't agree that something’s wrong with us.
The question is, what is it?
And how do we fix it?
Are we eternally separated
From a God that may or may not have existed?
But that’s another subject. Let’s keep grinding
Besides, trying to prove God is like defending a lion, homey
It don’t need your help, just unlock the cage
Let’s move on on how our debt can be paid
Short and sweet. The problem is Sin.
Yes. Sin.
It’s a cancer. An asthma. Choking out our life force
Forcing separation from a perfect and holy God
And the only way to get back is to get back to perfection
But silly us
Trying to pass the course of life
Without referring to a syllabus
This is us:
Heap up your good deeds
Chant, pray, meditate
But all of that of course is spraying cologne on a corpse
Or you could choose to ignore it as if something don’t stink
It’s like stepping in dog poop and refusing to wipe your shoe
But all of that ends with how good is good enough
Take your silly list of good deeds and line them up against perfection
Good luck. That’s life past your pay grade
The cost of your soul you ain’t gotta big enough piggy bank
But you can give it a shot
But I suggest you throw away the list
Cause even your good acts are an extension of your selfishness
But here’s where it gets interesting
I hope your closely listening
Please don’t get it twisted
It’s what makes our faith unique
Here’s what God says is Part A of the gospel:
You can’t fix yourself
Quit trying it’s impossible
Sin brings death
Give God his breath back
You owe him
Eternally separated
And the only way to fix it is someone die in your place
And that someones gotta be perfect
Or the payment ain’t permanent
So if and when you find the perfect person
Get him or her to willing trade their perfection
For your sin and death in
Clearly since the only one that can meet God’s criteria is God
God sent himself as Jesus
To pay the cost for us
His righteousness, His death
Functions as payment
Yes. Payment.
Wrote a check with His life
But at the resurrection we all cheered
Cause that means the check cleared
Pierced feet, pierced hands
Blood stained son of man
Fullness, forgiveness
Free passage into the promise land
That same breath that God breathed into us
God gave up to redeem us
And anyone and everyone...
And by everyone I mean everyone
Who puts their faith and trust in Him and Him alone
Can stand in full confidence of God’s forgiveness
And here’s what the promise is:
That you are guaranteed full access
To return to perfect unity
By simply believing in Christ and Christ alone
You are receiving life
Yes. Life.
This is the Gospel. God. Our. Sins. Paying. Everyone. Life.
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