Music

A lot of people who are musically gifted are seeking Grammy Awards Professing the faith, speech prepared and they first thank the Lord But their music doesn't glorify Him and they aren't wearing the gown - bridal In their hearts the love of this world supersedes the love of Christ - idol And after the music stops and. it's overwhat then? So if you have a moment I'd like to broadcast this explanation, let's tune in to His station

The gospel is not like a Pharisee's opera, all fancy and melodramatic Christ's life was not an act, He was life and He wants you to have it! You think your deeds compared to others is in the scale of minor But in the eyes of a holy and righteous God your offenses are major See Satan's goal a diminuendo, a gradual decline of the church's influence Wanting our voices to fade out until we utter nothing, absolute silence Or even worse, they try to get the body out of sync, a dissonant harmony Denominations playing different melodies so the blind only hear polyphony Subsequently the world's a chorus of chaos and the majority doesn't know what key they're in Because without accepting Christ they don't have any access to the keys of the kingdom Their ears aren't fine tuned to the truth because they are spiritually deaf That's precisely why God used sign language: a cross defeating death See God's beautiful motive is often drowned out by our forte chords Our will louder than His will - we try to make up our own accord Our sinful modulations condemn us - performances never noteworthy World may give you a five star rating, but that audience you need not worry Because they aren't in the judgment seat - God is and He alone is worthy

So before the piercing trumpet sounds Check your heart now And freely step up to the mic But don't freestyle your confession Or repeat other artist's lines Instead, know what you do isn't right

And willingly pour out sincere, truthful rhymes

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Lord I know I have spit venom, laying down wicked tracks Dancing to my own beat constantly hitting the playback A broken record s-s-s-stuttering in my transgressions Plucking selfish strings trying to gain any kind of attention Acceptance from a worldly audience, selling out my soul A heart not sold out for Christ- only wanted my name to be known But that got old and my lights dim in the presence of Your eternal weight Glory so immensestained sinners can't stand in Your wake You were my original producer, but I foolishly switched labels I thought the music industry the world offered was somehow more able I was seeking money rich lyrics when your organization was non-profit My flesh wouldn't work for you because I wouldn't receive any of the credit I was a virtuosic composer trying to nail down the perfect script When You were nailed down to a cross, finishing the Father's perfect script Your righteous measures and bars are too high for me to attain Heart singing the blues because the program music reveals I'm still enchained But then You whisper - that You are building an orchestra with Your instruments And I can be asked on the stage on the basis of Your merciful performance So I fall to my knees and bleed symphonies And accept Your proposal of eternal matrimony Desiring to follow the conductor no matter the beat The rhythm may be intense but I choose to follow Your lead

Now let me address you - the audience of this poetic show If you believe in Christ don't keep it private like headphones Run His love through your speakers - let His name be known! And one way to worship is through the blessing of music So lift your hands in praise and use it just don't abuse it