[Intro] [spoken, lone mic] “Brothers and sisters… can I get an amen? The Lord moves in mysterious ways… And sometimes? He moves exactly how I planned.” [crowd ad-lib: Amen!] [Music kicks in: organ + bass groove + rimshot beat] ⸻ [Verse 1 — (Lead vocal, rhythmic sermon-style)] I walk these halls anointed, with a smile the Lord approved. I quote the Good Book sweet as honey— while the scandals stay unmoved. A sinner dressed in Sunday’s best, a shepherd with a grin— but grace is just strategy when the faithful lean in. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus — (Choir echoes “oh yes he does”)] Heaven hears what people miss— and Lord, I twist it well. I keep one hand on the Scripture, the other… where I never tell. [choir echo: Never tell!] ⸻ [Chorus ] This is the Gospel according to Joseph Grant— where the truth sounds good if you say it like a chant. I preach redemption, testify in style— and the Lord forgives a man who can make the whole room smile. [choir echo: Oh hallelujah!] Blessed be the secret, holy be the show— what the Good Lord don’t need to hear is what I don’t let go. This is the Gospel according to me— Amen, amen… and let it be. ⸻ [Verse 2 — (Lead, sly charm)] I walk with holy posture, my collar crisp and clean— but righteousness looks different when you know what I’ve seen. Temptation ain’t the problem, darlin’, I can hold my own— it’s the truth that loves to wander when I’m left here all alone. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus 2] The choir keeps on singing, the flock keeps walking blind— and I keep choosing which salvation fits the moment on my mind. ⸻ [Chorus] This is the Gospel according to Joseph Grant— where the truth sounds good if you say it like a chant. I preach redemption, testify in style— and the Lord forgives a man who can make the whole room smile. Blessed be the secret, holy be the show— what the Good Lord don’t need to hear is what I don’t let go. This is the Gospel according to me— Amen, amen… and let it be. ⸻ [Bridge] [Lead vocal begins low, choir builds behind] If judgment comes at midnight, I’ll dress it up in grace— quote a Psalm, fix the hymn, put conviction in its place. ’Cause heaven loves a story with a twist of sanctity— and the Lord helps those who help themselves… and baby, that means me. [choir: That means him! Hallelujah!] ⸻ [Final Chorus — (Full power)] This is the Gospel according to Joseph Grant— where the truth sounds good if you say it like a chant. I preach redemption, testify in style— and the Lord forgives a man who can make the whole room smile. Blessed be the secret, holy be the show— what the Good Lord don’t need to hear is what I don’t let go. This is the Gospel according to me— Amen, amen… and let it be. ⸻ [Outro – Spoken, music softening] [spoken, preacher cadence] “Now turn to your neighbor… and tell ’em salvation looks mighty good tonight.”
