I decided i should also post some song on here, since it is Good Friday. Here's a song by my favorite group of rappers...It's a really powerful song, not only just reading the lyrics but when you hear it too...it's kinda long, but anywayz...

What Do You See?
By: The Cross Movement

Hear the CLINK! of the nails as they pierce His hands < And the...lash as they slash this man < Crash this man, hit and harass this man < Bash, stick and inflict mad gashes and < Mentally put yourself at the place and time < Use your faith as a way to trace the crime < Let your mind take you back laps and laps < Back track till your mind sees back to back < < All the things that happened to a silent Lamb < All in chains they trapped Him like a violent man < Like He forwarded a violent plan, but it was prophecy < That said God would be treated like unwanted property < < You've got to see the ill way that they flogged Him < Blood leaked, it was deep how they mobbed Him < Think thorns worn as a crown < Here the Jews say, "Crucify Him pass it down" < < Hear the squeals as the steel comes crashin' down < Can't get pass the sound, teeth are gnashing now < Veins snap, feel that, He's hot flashin now < Draped in blood, covered in a cap and gown < < So many crack from the straps that it numbed the back < Crucifixion makes your lungs collapse < Watch His chest---see Him gasp for breath < Hear Him...and...till there's no gasp left < <

Chorus: What do you see when you close your eyes < What will you see when your life goes by < Think hard visualize the ill mob < Either you'll feel God or your hearts real hard < <

Verse 2: Concentrate, your mind should stay in study mode < Tell your buddies, "roll" as you contemplate the bloody robe < Which was worn by the One beaten and torn < Killed by the same dust people He'd formed < But He emptied Himself---paused the wealth < Put independent use of His attributes on the shelf < < Loving men who weren't loving Him but were loving sin < Loving gin, lovin' a night at the club again < I'm Ruben' men wrong but souls will die < If my rhyme doesn't come in and blow your high < I'm right in the site of Jehovah's eye < So the gospel I'll tell till I'm old and dry < The world's cold like a frozen pie < With little sense like missing your ears, tongue, nose, and eyes < < But back to the ugliest things you've ever heard of < The murder of the One who took more flack than Roberta < They came in droves "cats" had His veins exposed < Played a game where they claimed His robe < Eyes swollen, even rearranged His nose < Only Providence helped Him sustain the blows < < Are yall seeing the One who owns it all < The King getting beaten in the Roman halls < Headed for a Roman cross, and heaven is His home and all < But He wouldn't give His home a call < Soon to dislocate His bones and all < And still wouldn't wish for His opponents fall < < Ahhh!---tired and thirsty too < Blood lossed on a cross in His birthday suit < As He droops, pooped from attempts to breathe < I grieve...tears stop my attempts to read < The sign hanging over Him limp and weak < It's (Memphis) bleak---How could this have been meant to be.

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No time to blink, but just continue to think of Scripture < Let it convict ya, focus get in to picture < Watch it blow you square off the rector < As it teaches you of the real Victor < Who prevails, you hear the crucifixion details < Now ask yourself why's our life still derailed < And why we fail to live for the One we nailed < This same Jesus, you know the One we Hail < < With our lips but not with our lives < Time see with the heart and not with our eyes < See the Son, the One, who was hung like a poster < Was buried, but popped up like a toaster < Got all the host of heaven makin a toast to < The King of Kings who brings God and men closer < < Sin's roped ya, guns out the holster < Can't stay alive even with John Travolta < Now I hope to pull you off the sofa < Cut the TVs pause the CD's, the culture < Is in the midst of a raging storm < The rage is on, obituary page is long < Life is short, but casket sales are high < No surprise that numbers in the jails are high < On the streets anything you want they'll supply < That's why beer, crack and weed sales are high < < Love songs making you wail and cry < Number of pregnant single females is high < Youth get high---deal just to get by < Doing street corner business with no suit & tie < It’s "do or die", truth or lie, you and I Refuse to try, and trust the Crucified < Yo what do you see when you close your eyes?< What will you see when your life goes by?

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