Tracings - The Medic And The Missionary [vk.com/post_hc] | Текст песни

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There once was a time of great peril, more than the battle we now find ourselves.
A war waiting for a savior, then the medic came to claim a world in shame.

Grace has filled the day, but civilians live in anarchy—sway.
They could rest in the freedom, but have not heard.

We have a mission to share:

“The enemy has you running with a gun in your mouth.
He has you citing in your own works.Jumping on hand grenades, earning badges like a letter grade.

But it is not about what you have done.
And your experience should not be relied on.
Feelings are not your armor and flesh is not your trust.

(We need) Hearts wearing Christ, not kevlar.
(We need) Minds thinking humility, not a human honor.
Everyone’s on the front lines, so quit digging trenches to hide.
Using your hands won’t save you.Works just shovel a grave.

We need to trust in God.
The plans of man will fall like an amputee.
The lost crawl on blown off knees.
They campaign on a ration of their own deeds.”

But it is not about what you have done.
And your experience should not be relied on.
Feelings are not your armor and flesh is not your trust.

But it is not about what you have done.
And your experience should not be relied on.
Feelings are not your armor and flesh is not your trust.

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