This song is dedicated to my brothers from the Monday night crew,
And to those who struggle with sexual sin, fear, discouragement, and doubt,
Who are in the battle with me. When we go through those gates there'll be no more sin.
I'm feeling shameful, and I call Rich Yates
I say my sin's great--many mistakes.
He gives advice you can't find on mixtapes: (Yea?)
Says Christ still loves you; go spit grace. (Spittin')
Confessing our sins, we stay accountable,
Facing tough odds that are unsurmountable.
With mistakes I make on the computer
Satan's the accuser, stating I'm a loser;
Whispers and says, "God can't use me!"
'Cause I fell for that girl and worshipped her beauty,
Or 'cause I was watching that movie,
But truly before I was born, God, you knew me. (Yep!)
Believe in the truth or believe in a lie (Which one?)
Gotta heed to Christ's side, 'cause He is so wise.
He did bleed for our pride and our evil inside,
For the greed and the lies and the feeblest minds.
Speak of despise, Christ Jesus did die
For the evilest guys who would cheat on their wives.
So what a sneaky disguise, we are creeps on the side.
We're weak in our eyes, under sheets we will hide. (Weak)
Defeat in our minds, 'cause weakness abides
Let's start seeking the prize and be freed from the lies. (Let's do it!)
Here's a reason to strive: Christ Jesus did rise
Giving us grace bringing this peace to our lives!
No more sin, because it has been erased.
By grace, grace through faith I will go through these gates.
No more sin, because it has been erased.
By grace, grace through faith I will go through these gates.
I ain't try to go and get all graphic, (Nah)
Let me just say I messed up with a bad chic
With nice fabric. It's quite tragic
How I fell in sin. I know I can't hack it
Like a dull hatchet. I write for the addicts.
Conviction pierces me hard--sharp like a cactus.
Holy Spirit, light my fire like a match stick. (Please, Lord!)
As I rap His holiness I wanna practice.
But I lack this--thirsting like gatorade:
Wanna stop acting like cats in your favorite play,
Or when you play charades. But my savior saves;
He paved the way; I await a greater day, (Oh![?])
When I get to go to heaven, and I get to praise your name.
No more death, no more pain,
No more stains, no more flesh (Nope!),
No more hurt, no more dirt (Nope!),
No more sin driving us beserk,
No more tears, no more fears,
And the reason is because Jesus is here;
His arms wide open, and He's reaching so near!
No more sin, because it has been erased.
By grace, grace through faith I will go through these gates.
No more sin, because it has been erased.
By grace, grace through faith I will go through these gates.
Even though I am one that is flawed, (A mess[?])
It's encourging to me I'm not under the law.
My righteousness is like rags that are dirt, (Filthy rags)
But I get Christ, 'cause His dad and His mercy.
So when I think the microphone's a waste
'Cause of my sin, I need to fly to His throne of grace.
And Jesus is the mediator,
So when I sin I tell the Father that I need Him greater, (I need you!)
He never says, "Son, I'll see you later!"
When I confess He forgives; He's my maker. (Thank you)
I'm surely assuming He'll restore the communion;
He does all the work; His words are so soothing. (They are)
I'm a wretched son but get His love;
He cleansed my mud with His precious blood.
I'll rep Him 'cause He made this possible;
It's Luke 15, and I'm the prodigal! (Uh-huh)
And my list of sins is too high, but His love's greater
This Jew did die--crucifed to bring me and you
To His side, so when we die, we will rise. (We'll be with Him!)
So let's persist in our fellowship:
Fighting off the devil, resisting his hellish grip. (Let's go!)
I wrote this song for the men that pilgrim.
In heaven there is no more sin (Yea!)
Some call it Manyunk; some call it Roxborough
Every Monday night I go, the talk's thorough
Know what to expect: men showing respect.
They're not judging me; they all knowing regrets
Some call it Manyunk; some call it Roxborough
Every Monday night I go, the talk's thorough
Know what to expect: men showing respect.
They're not judging me; they all knowing regrets
No more sin, because it has been erased.
By grace, grace through faith I will go through these gates.
No more sin, because it has been erased.
By grace, grace through faith I will go through these gates.