[Intro]:
Everything in me was feeling
I want to say this or something
I want to find a way to say this
Cause this is awesome, this is incredible
I have to work hard to leave the Bible
And go somewhere to find an illustration
Because everything here is just blowing me away

[Verse 1]:
I'm on my bed of happiness
Fell out the sky into a sea of Tempur-Pedic mattresses
Call that grace
Grace that call with an answer
Place that "Clause" with Cupids, Comets, and some Prancers
With your antlers so you fly, bring your presents to the rooftops
Blast your message loud like it's pink and purple tube socks
Oh, I'm not clear; I'm so Huey like it's Boondocks
Color commentary like Rahim with his boom box
Radio, I might not make the radio
But my pretty lady is still carrying my baby tho
I may never see six figures
Man, there's hundreds in my fold for them afterlife expenses
And them everlasting riches, fire tests the real gold
Couldn't pay the debt, there was ransom in His billfold
Lowers my defenses, this is homiletic
Man, it's not apologetic, yet it's so apologetic

[Hook]:
Homiletic, this is homiletic
Homiletic, this is homiletic
Homiletic, y-you best not forget it
This is homiletic, this is homiletic

[Verse 2]:
The basis of this gospel of grace is
Jesus saved us as Savior
Disgracing Satan with payment of blood of propitiation
So every nation can taste it
His graciousness keeps on chasing us, chastening us
I hasten for the hastening of the Day of the Lord's appearing
I'm peering inside the voice of God that I'm hearing inside
Like "That's amazing enough"
The race coming up has me lacing em' up
I don't say that to convey that I rush
I pace when I paint what I touch
Taking my brush to thrust, in the Gospel for the benefit of others
To leave every canvas covered
Because those words in red
They cover every color
I'm an artisan for the art of Him
Homiletics via artwork
Don't get it twisted, it isn't our work
The same power that makes the stars work
Also makes these bars work
God's Word is the method
God's Word is the weapon
It goes against my grain in ways you won't find in Excedrin
You won't find an exception
This vehicle for change contains horsepower you won't find in an Intrepid
I'm progressing towards a wedding; by His grace I'll make the guest list
Matthew 7 keeps me sober as I move closer to my exit
So whether song or sermon, eternity's what I'm immersed in
'Cause tomorrow really is promised, though your location's not for certain
The better location's not for purchase
Nor is it for just "good persons"
Repentance to Jesus yields replenishment in season
And that's real to believe in
So, Dear Captain America
When the real God drops His hammer, your shield will be no defense
And "iron sharpens iron" so it's irony to me to see
That only the blood of the Son of Man
Can now sustain what iron can't
So much for iron, man; don't let that stop your Marvel
Worship's up in our arsenal
Steady fire 'till Zion lands

[Verse 3]:
This is not your diaper dandies, best put on your man clothes
It's not quite folklore, it's like sermons with a banjo
Is it me, seems my eyes a bit misty
Felt like I got super powers when my momma used to kiss me
As a boy, now I'm grown and everything's so jaded
Feeling kinda sappy, singing never would've made it
I'm feeling kinda happy, when I think about His payment
Was counting up my wages, I fell short up in my savings
Think I'm looking fresh, Liz be saying I'm too matchy
Stay neutral, while this culture playing cowboys and apaches
Full of brainiacs and scientific geniuses
Who can't detect life hearing heartbeats from fetuses
And PETA-ists give Labradors their health care
And we think less of human beings living off of welfare
I'm flabbergasted couldn't mask it if I tried
Tried and True is my Advocate, the Master of the skies
Seas and everything between
Get butterflies to think this monarchy's supreme
With eternal God and King
I'm just glad I had my piece to say
You'll never catch me spending retail on some Beats by Dre
And I'm hearing just fine, just like the Father
Though not just like the Father
Or not just, like the Father
Close these Ecclesiastes with conclusions of the matters
Pray until you've prayed and give embraces to your pastors
Yeah

[Outro]:
This is homiletic