SPIRIT Lyrics

Overanalyzing passions like I never have the option to grasp it

And elevate

Still in my lower state knowing I can administrate something better

I'm the author that could compute down to letter

Never display semantics with the truth cause I know that the youth is gone listen

I know the mission is for the better the Lord put me in it

So I'm gonna continue until I finish

My lot in life

He has the power to grow or diminish So I admit it

I'm only doing what's in his will whether or not the appeal

Is something that should be revealed I instill with great zeal

To look at the aura on the hill within I ain't holding it in

Cause I know that the higher calling Is it something to be involved in

But I'm dealing with this stalling

I guess I'm dealing with this stalling

Let me open my mind. I want a sign of the of the calling

sitting planting seeds joy of breeze under Palm trees.

It's a far reach but I know that it's all me

It's exhausting not walking in my calling

Let me open my mind. I want a sign of the of the calling

sitting planting seeds joy of breeze under Palm trees.

It's a far reach but I know that it's all me

It's exhausting not walking in my calling

Hot cold, hot cold lukewarm I know you knowing when it feels right

It feels nice stuck in the middle refusing to pick sides

Mediation can be confusing for those who are not tribe

Cause what they're doing is not righteous in God's eyes.

So I do advise to not compromise you're soul split it into many pieces of a pie

what's left crumbs, I hope you don't mind I'm taking mines

While I'm sitting planting seeds joy of breeze under Palm trees

Oasis talk in this desert of dry bones

I feel home cause I don't know no better

I'm rock with my folks when we all get fed up

Just know a storm coming make sure your candle lit

The darkness is so quick to consume everything in its path

The Lord shown his wrath when he come with the raft

Make sure your face can be shown you heard that

Let me open my mind. I want a sign of the of the calling

sitting planting seeds joy of breeze under Palm trees.

It's a far reach but I know that it's all me

It's exhausting not walking in my calling

Let me open my mind. I want a sign of the of the calling

sitting planting seeds joy of breeze under Palm trees.

It's a far reach but I know that it's all me

It's exhausting not walking in my calling

For this thing you are calling my gift I see it as food for the soul

I Hope you get a plate and a sip revitalize all your dry bones

I know we need the strength to dig in when it seem lost and all alone

But my purpose is to give you that lifting when your strength seems so far gone

For this thing you are calling my gift I see it as food for the soul

I Hope you get a plate and a sip revitalize all your dry bones

I know we need the strength to dig in when it seem lost and all alone

But my purpose is to give you that lifting when your strength seems so far gone