Even for the lowly and pagan He keeps the earth in orbit rotating/ in
orderly cadence and glorious raiment/
From the sun to the smallest atom/ all for the fallen Adam honor the God
Keeping it propped on it's axis/ even though we're delinquent on
Uh, oh, trouble/ you tried to cut it out
> But you can't cause it's still on your face like stubble/
> You always had a bad poker face, why you look so irate?
> Man, it's off the hook at my place/
> Really? Now I'm all confused, at the mansion/
> That's silly, I thought I heard music and dancing/
(Will's blows he laid were so potent/
> as I gaze up at the replays in slow motion/)
> "win oh how you're not," -slowed-
> (It's amazing to watch, this back and forth trading of shots/
> This bash is exciting, with passionate fighting/
> It's instantly a classic clash of the titans!
> And I've got a front row view of this/
> Here's another round of those pugilists/)
My disciples are with me, eleven,
> told eight sit and watch, and proceed stepping with three brethren!
> Steadily, we move in Gethsemane,
> let it be known the 3 are Peter and the 2 sons of Zebedee!
> Just for knowledge of stuff, this is a place where olives are crushed,
> is that not symbolic or what?
This is what we've all been waiting for/
> A scheduled bout so let us shout and praise the Lord/
> Ok, save the drama tonight/
> I want a nice clean fight, bringing honor to Christ/
> Protect yourself at all times, one fact I warn ya/
> to keep in mind going back to your corner/
> is don't get dirty like rough thugs/
> you both trust Christ, come together with much love and touch gloves/