Mud in the Vein (Muddy water redemption)

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[Intro]
(Spoken word, deep and gritty)
They love the testimony... until they see the scars.
They want the resurrection, but they hate the tomb.
They call me Ex-Addict. Ex-Con.
But the stone the builders rejected...
Became the Chief Cornerstone.
Let’s take ‘em to school.
[Verse 1]
I walk in the sanctuary, they clutchin’ their purse
Like my very presence is a biblical curse
I see ‘em whisper in the back, "Ain't that the guy?
Who used to shoot up in the alley and wait to die?"
Yeah, Deacon, it’s me, the ghost from the grave
The one you said was too far gone for Jesus to save
You see the ink on my neck, the grit in my tone
You sittin' on a high horse, but I’m on a throne
I know the darkness, I lived in the belly
While you were eating potlucks and watching the telly
You judge the wrapper cause it’s torn and it’s bruised
But you missed the Diamond that the Master chose to use
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, I don’t look like your choir, I don’t sound like your hymns
I’m the wreckage floating where the light grows dim
But check the fruit, not the suit, before you start to speak
God uses the broken to confound the unique
[Chorus]
(Heavy Beat Drop, Aggressive Anthem Style)
This is for the Army that the Church threw out!
The ones who know what Mercy is actually about!
We got mud on our boots, we got fire in our veins!
We traded the needles for the breaker of chains!
You can call us rejected, you can call us unclean
But we’re the dangerous soldiers that you’ve ever seen!
MUD ON THE ALTAR! BLOOD ON THE PEW!
We’re worshiping a Savior that you never knew!
[Verse 2]
Now let’s flip the mirror, let’s look at your life
You got a smile for the lobby and a tongue like a knife
You’re an addict too, but your drug is the praise
High on the attention, lost in the haze
You need the lights and the fog and the emotional peak
But you ain't touched a sinner in over a week!
You’re a Church Junkie, shaking, looking for a fix
Thinking the Holy Ghost is just emotional tricks
"Roll on the floor!" Yeah, that’s what you say
But you stepped over the homeless to get there today
If that’s the Spirit, then the Spirit is blind
But the God that I serve leaves no one behind!
[Chorus]
This is for the Army that the Church threw out!
The ones who know what Mercy is actually about!
We got mud on our boots, we got fire in our veins!
We traded the needles for the breaker of chains!
MUD ON THE ALTAR! BLOOD ON THE PEW!
[Verse 3]
You want a resume? Let’s check the divine file
Moses was a murderer, running for a while
David took a man’s wife and sent him to death
But he wrote the Psalms with his very last breath!
Rahab was a harlot, working the street
But she’s in the lineage of the Savior’s feet!
So who are you to tell me I don’t make the cut?
When God builds His Kingdom from the ashes and soot!
You want polished professionals with a degree?
God wants the fishermen who smell like the sea!
He didn’t call the qualified, He qualified the called
So keep your plastic religion—I’m breaking the wall!
[Verse 4]
You talk about chaos, you shout and you run
But where is the patience when the service is done?
Scripture says the Spirit is self-control and peace
Not a circus act waiting for a grand release
If you scare off the sinner with your noise and your pride
You ain't opening Heaven—you’re locking them outside!
I’d rather sit in the gutter with a meth-head in tears
And love him to Jesus, past all of his fears
Than sit in your circle and gossip and preen
About who’s wearing what and who shouldn’t be seen
Real ministry’s dirty, it smells like the pit
If you ain't got your hands dirty, you ain't doing it!
[Bridge]
[Slow down music now]
Deliverance... doesn’t make performers.
Deliverance... makes Warriors.
We don’t do this for the applause.
We do this because we remember the chains.
We remember the moment the cage door swung open.
So keep your judgment. Keep your rules.
We’ll take the harvest.
[Verse 5]
So count me out, go ahead, write me off
Stand in your robe and give a spiritual cough
I’ll be down at the Motel 6 by the pool
Baptizing a dealer while you’re acting a fool
I’ll be holding the hand of the girl on the street
Washing the sores on her tired, battered feet
Cause that’s where the King is! He ain't in your steep
He’s out here in the wild, looking for sheep!
So when the trumpet sounds and the sky cracks wide
And the "Junkie" you hated is standing inside
Don’t look surprised when I’m leading the band
With a crown on my head and a sword in my hand!
[Chorus]
(Maximum Volume, Final Epic Drop)
This is for the Army that the Church threw out!
The ones who know what Mercy is actually about!
We got mud on our boots, we got fire in our veins!
We traded the needles for the breaker of chains!
You can call us rejected, you can call us unclean
But we’re the dangerous soldiers that you’ve ever seen!
MUD ON THE ALTAR! BLOOD ON THE PEW!
We’re worshiping a Savior that you never knew!
[Outro]
(Feedback fading out)
The Vein held the poison.
The Virtue holds the power.
We are rising.
King Spades.

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[Intro] (Spoken word, deep and gritty) They love the testimony... until they see the scars. They want the resurrection, but they hate the tomb. They call me Ex-Addict. Ex-Con. But the stone the builders rejected... Became the Chief Cornerstone. Let’s take ‘em to school. [Verse 1] I walk in the sanctuary, they clutchin’ their purse Like my very presence is a biblical curse I see ‘em whisper in the back, "Ain't that the guy? Who used to shoot up in the alley and wait to die?" Yeah, Deacon, it’s me, the ghost from the grave The one you said was too far gone for Jesus to save You see the ink on my neck, the grit in my tone You sittin' on a high horse, but I’m on a throne I know the darkness, I lived in the belly While you were eating potlucks and watching the telly You judge the wrapper cause it’s torn and it’s bruised But you missed the Diamond that the Master chose to use [Pre-Chorus] Oh, I don’t look like your choir, I don’t sound like your hymns I’m the wreckage floating where the light grows dim But check the fruit, not the suit, before you start to speak God uses the broken to confound the unique [Chorus] (Heavy Beat Drop, Aggressive Anthem Style) This is for the Army that the Church threw out! The ones who know what Mercy is actually about! We got mud on our boots, we got fire in our veins! We traded the needles for the breaker of chains! You can call us rejected, you can call us unclean But we’re the dangerous soldiers that you’ve ever seen! MUD ON THE ALTAR! BLOOD ON THE PEW! We’re worshiping a Savior that you never knew! [Verse 2] Now let’s flip the mirror, let’s look at your life You got a smile for the lobby and a tongue like a knife You’re an addict too, but your drug is the praise High on the attention, lost in the haze You need the lights and the fog and the emotional peak But you ain't touched a sinner in over a week! You’re a Church Junkie, shaking, looking for a fix Thinking the Holy Ghost is just emotional tricks "Roll on the floor!" Yeah, that’s what you say But you stepped over the homeless to get there today If that’s the Spirit, then the Spirit is blind But the God that I serve leaves no one behind! [Chorus] This is for the Army that the Church threw out! The ones who know what Mercy is actually about! We got mud on our boots, we got fire in our veins! We traded the needles for the breaker of chains! MUD ON THE ALTAR! BLOOD ON THE PEW! [Verse 3] You want a resume? Let’s check the divine file Moses was a murderer, running for a while David took a man’s wife and sent him to death But he wrote the Psalms with his very last breath! Rahab was a harlot, working the street But she’s in the lineage of the Savior’s feet! So who are you to tell me I don’t make the cut? When God builds His Kingdom from the ashes and soot! You want polished professionals with a degree? God wants the fishermen who smell like the sea! He didn’t call the qualified, He qualified the called So keep your plastic religion—I’m breaking the wall! [Verse 4] You talk about chaos, you shout and you run But where is the patience when the service is done? Scripture says the Spirit is self-control and peace Not a circus act waiting for a grand release If you scare off the sinner with your noise and your pride You ain't opening Heaven—you’re locking them outside! I’d rather sit in the gutter with a meth-head in tears And love him to Jesus, past all of his fears Than sit in your circle and gossip and preen About who’s wearing what and who shouldn’t be seen Real ministry’s dirty, it smells like the pit If you ain't got your hands dirty, you ain't doing it! [Bridge] [Slow down music now] Deliverance... doesn’t make performers. Deliverance... makes Warriors. We don’t do this for the applause. We do this because we remember the chains. We remember the moment the cage door swung open. So keep your judgment. Keep your rules. We’ll take the harvest. [Verse 5] So count me out, go ahead, write me off Stand in your robe and give a spiritual cough I’ll be down at the Motel 6 by the pool Baptizing a dealer while you’re acting a fool I’ll be holding the hand of the girl on the street Washing the sores on her tired, battered feet Cause that’s where the King is! He ain't in your steep He’s out here in the wild, looking for sheep! So when the trumpet sounds and the sky cracks wide And the "Junkie" you hated is standing inside Don’t look surprised when I’m leading the band With a crown on my head and a sword in my hand! [Chorus] (Maximum Volume, Final Epic Drop) This is for the Army that the Church threw out! The ones who know what Mercy is actually about! We got mud on our boots, we got fire in our veins! We traded the needles for the breaker of chains! You can call us rejected, you can call us unclean But we’re the dangerous soldiers that you’ve ever seen! MUD ON THE ALTAR! BLOOD ON THE PEW! We’re worshiping a Savior that you never knew! [Outro] (Feedback fading out) The Vein held the poison. The Virtue holds the power. We are rising. King Spades.

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