...To Die is Gain
(Phil 1: 21, 1Cor. 3: 12-15, Matt. 5: 10-12)
To live is Christ and to die is gain
Either way He's glorified in His saint's
When our lives are changed, and the 'I' is crucified in His name
And we identify in His pain (we're gonna rise to reign)
Steve: Divine Architect perfectin' a sky scraper
Never paralleled by Babylonian tower makin' Adonai haters
This worlds fly but El Shaddai's greater
So I smile now, knowin' there's no time in heaven to cry later
While the world's towers are crumblin'
The same Rock keepin' me firm got the disobedient stumblin'
The Stone rejected by the builders
Now seen as the head of the corner conquerin' gangs and drug dealers
Now His crew rolls thick
International recruiters with passports and pack of few who flow sick
Spittin' truth to cats who throw brick
Ready for martyrdom, separatin' lamps from little glow sticks
This joint here is for the believers over seas
Smugglin' bibles and preachin' Jesus where ever God pleases
Regardless of the received opposition, you remain harmless
Soldiers for Christ endurin' hardness
From the underground Christian emcees
To cats leadin' underground bible studies in foreign countries
From cats passin' tracts and plantin' seeds to Pastors plantin' churches, with a passion for legacy
From the boy prayin' for his families salvation
To the man beggin' wit' tears for God to save his nation
Your treasures in heaven are waitin'
Your work is not in vain, and benefits come with this occupation
'Cause...
Ok: To live is Christ and to die is gain
Either way He's glorified in His saint's
When our lives are changed, and the 'I' is crucified in His name
And we identify in His pain (we're gonna rise to reign)
Steve: Yo, the mission is still "Build Up!" Redeemed Thought, blood bought
Members of the Body of Christ the Holy Spirit sealed up
Teachin' to edify the brethren
And preachin' to add livin' stones to the Master Builders collection
Thrilled to be His Co-workers
We Orchestrate Rhymes Servin' His Illuminatin' Purpose, we call it W.O.R.S.H.I.P.
Service goes beyond the churches, enter the trenches
Too many Christians are ridin' the benches
Pew punks, on some whack Christmas and Easter junk
Swearin' they know God, but that's bunk
They know they be gettin' it crunk, leavin' the club half drunk
Their garments drenched in the stench of skunk
Sinners with suits on Sundays mockin'
The cats rockin' the timbs and fitted caps diggin' the doctrine
Not knowin' that cat was earnin' a masters
In seminary ready to plant a church and pastor
This tracks for the objects of man's laughter
The Jesus freaks, hittin' the streets, who look past the
Persecution in the pursuit of God, chasin' after
His prosperity, not presently, but after
Tribulation so endure with patience
Jesus Christ has conquered the world and He keeps a leash on Satan
Your treasures in heaven are waitin'
Your work is not in vain and benefits come with this occupation
'Cause...
Ok: To live is Christ and to die is gain
Either way He's glorified in His saint's
When our lives are changed, and the 'I' is crucified in His name
And we identify in His pain (we're gonna rise to reign)