dissertation Lyrics

Bittersweet Symphony, this is it for me

Can't take it for granted cause this was meant for me

Came from the Greatest, see what He did for me

Made in the image so I could picture me

Never talk a lot, just say what needs the verbiage

Press play on the song and you can hear the sermon

It's more than just a vibe, you gotta use discernment

Cause Lucifer made music, now they tuned to serpents

Verses go hard, but what we talking bout?

Christians make music and we just tune it out

I know it's for a reason, some don't have the sound

So this right here's the balance, so just hear me out

GOD is stirring hunger in a generation

That wants the real thing, we don't want the fake

Creative like Cole Bennett with the lemonade

And want the real love, don't have to keep a drake

Can't slide on the ops cause dawg we family now

No more sitting in because I'm standing out

Soar, I'm on the wings, I gotta air it out

Lord said "it is finished" what you fearing now?

And vengeance in the air, we gotta to clear it out

Revenge can cost too much and it can wear us out

Gotta chase your freedom, hate'll tear you down

Painting masterpieces at my parents house

No comparisons, we on our own roads

Used to share the sin, I'm on my own though

I got some regrets, I gotta let 'em go

Brand new motivations, gotta let 'em show

Steered some away, they on the wrong path

Just hope to see the day that GOD can bring 'em back

Just like my youngin, was zooted off the wax

Your cousins in the Ville, we had em drinking bad

And friendships that don't seem to go the distance

Good intentions, but my motives twisted

The world's hurting, we get too religious

Some just need a hand, cause I can't fix it

Thought I was the man, until I met the man

Thought I needed fame, I thought I needed bands

Thought I needed fans, I didn't understand

To find the source, you gotta cut the middle man

And shut the world off to get the revelation

Life is so much more than what we tend to make it

Once He show the path, you know you gotta take it

Stubborn as I am, I'm thanking GOD He gracious

Time after time, chance after chance

He doesn't want religion, He wants romance

Dip inside the presence, and we slow dance

Bow before The Greatest, lifting both hands

I wanna praise You without the rehearsal

I wanna worship deeper than a curfew

I want the real, live the real, and wanna serve you

Wanna live "well done my good and faithful servant

But I know that I'm the farthest thing away from perfect

In my own I'm double minded, wishy washy

But every time I fell I know your spirit caught me

And I'm holding on to every lesson that He taught me

Jon Tyson

But God is stirring a helpless hunger for the marvelous again. When I went to the Asbury revival, the thing that struck me the most was the hunger. The hunger for God himself, the hunger for the glorious God who had been buried under production and scandal by the church that bore his name. It turns out that God himself is enough, and maybe this generation is in the process of writing its dissertation on that.