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redeemed thought – still in motion كلمات اغاني

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[hook]
i keep my eyes on the prize and my hands on the plow
’till my hands start bleedin’, i’ma milk this cow
my body is my slave and my god is my master
keep my eyes on christ and stay from disaster
i won’t stop and i won’t be moved
i won’t stop and i won’t be moved
say it wit’ us y’all, i won’t stop and i won’t be moved
i won’t stop and i won’t be moved

[verse 1: stephen the levite]
yo, i strive for the mastery, temperate soldier slash athlete
crown incorruptible couldn’t snatch it if you battle me
my focus is locked, i don’t shadow box, body check mate
stay on deck, i’m not tom hanks
i cast away not my confidence
but i count lost all godless nonsense and lawlessness
to excel in my knowledge of christ jesus
the rest is excrement in comparison, test my thesis
i won’t stop till i’m done, it’s a marathon son
march two thousand god shot the gun
and i’m still runnin’, poetry in motion, god’s poem
written before “in the beginnin'” and still composin’
flowin’ in prose
march to the heart beat of my god, wit’ energy, throwin’ them ‘bows
i breathe in my nose
the holy spirit circulates regeneratin’ me but still the fullness is released when i blow
this world just doesn’t the extent
of empowerment endowed in the spirit of one, who represents
like a soldier with his mind bent
plannin’ on savin’ the planet from sin, with or without a regiment
ready to die, agonizin’ for adonai
in the name of the lamb who was slain, crucified
for the lost, on the cross he crossed the finish line
“tetelestai” so get caught up or get left behind

[hook]
i keep my eyes on the prize and my hands on the plow
’till my hands start bleedin’, i’ma milk this cow
my body is my slave and my god is my master
keep my eyes on christ and stay from disaster
i won’t stop and i won’t be moved
i won’t stop and i won’t be moved
say it wit’ us y’all, i won’t stop and i won’t be moved
i won’t stop and i won’t be moved

[verse 2: muzeone]
anchor to the soul, yo tsunami’s can’t topple me
grounded on the rock, spirit locked down properly
key to ministry is broken heart and wet eyes
my salvation draws nigh, keep my eyes on the skies
mary style kid, waiting for food, my spirit’s hungry
tongue sung psalms all night long, worship is lovely
i’m buggin b, cat’s is dying out there, who’s preachin’?
harvest whiter than vanilla ice, but no one’s speaking
i’m reaching the depths of god’s great gifts
if it breaks both my hips and leaves me walking with a limp
even if that happens i’ma grip his leg hard
because i won’t let go till i’m governed by god
my squad stays positioned in the courts of the lord
yo, we’re swinging swords leaving fat philistines floored
hardcore, rush the door, snatch men from hell’s gates
wrath packs enough weight to make the sane irate
waiting on the lord like pentecost, but keep a sound mind
power from on high showers on the hour to revive
so, turn the furnace up, burn it 7x’s hotter
’cause my sin is consumed in the presence of the father
even though it’s blazing, i won’t come out
stay patient, keep waiting till the king calls me out!
no doubt when i’m done i’ma be flaming red
won’t stop preaching till you cats throw a brick at my head

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