A sir paints lies; lies from the serpent
This Eve was deceived, to create a damned Adam
Chased from the garden since he lost what he ought guarding;
What a fate for humans, through this man and woman
Oh! This cute lady, all decked in filthy rags
And here comes the prince, which lords other lords
A proposal of grace, is what defines this love
She receives his garment and a rose as he arose
Here comes the comforter, with the power to comfort her
Hell gates cannot prevail ‘cos Christ has torn the veil
Queen of dignity for she is Jesus’ celebrity
She carries the fire, to torch the defiler
The deceiver
called serpent, can never deceive her
This world’s
Julius Caesar, can never cease her
The cause and
course of sin, can never ever curse her
Death is the
soul’s killer that can never kill her
Lucifer the
beauty fool, knows she is beautiful
Devil the evil doesn’t
cheer, seated in his chair
He crows to scare
her away, because she is a bird
Not just a gentle
dove with goals, she’s a flying eagle
He’s the roaring piano;
she’s the lion that plays with his teeth
Every threat
sound he makes turns a melody to her
Because everything
keeps turning around for her good
She’s the queen of the king, yes! The King of kings
With chilling
eyes that can chill one’s flow into ice
No Sadducee can
ever make her sad, you see
The Pharisee
thinks from God she’s far, you see
With their charm
causing pain, to steal her champagne
They gamble luck
in laws but she is locked up in grace
Her husband is
the lawyer that tackles the liar
That’s why she
balls with dancing shoes high in the Spirit
The Spirit called
the teacher that always does teach her
In the school of
law, I was a slave unsaved
Sin spat a curse
on me, to be depraved in my lusts
Praised as
gladiator yet needed a "doctore"
So you see how
unfair the whip of fear is
The Bond Age of
bondage used the stones from the Stone Age
To cage the earth
in death, all were sick from what they seek
This life gives
in to death to take out our dark as light
The slain lamb
that reigns, was called a fool but now rules
You ever said the
church was sick and needed a doctor?
I hope grace is
the doc you meant to document her faith
Faith that doesn’t
fail to bestow this great fate
So when they see
disgrace, what she sees is this grace
Grace says sin is
dead, so this church is dead to death
Grace says sin no
more; her faith shows forth the works
In sweet
fellowship with the groom, she’s the bridegroom
I am the church
just as you are, we house God himself
*Doctore: A traditional trainer of gladiators who uses a whip; a central character in a film titled "Spartacus"
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