Blessed by Music

Songs that have blessed Holly, not by how they sound, but by the power of their words.

Genre: Rap
Title: These Hands
Artist: Fresh I.E.

I’m hear to say, “use me Lord.”

[with these hands purify me
with this breath, from this flesh
speak to me
with all my life left
I wanna reflect all your attributes
in a world that lacks the truth
I’m asking you now with the strength in these hands]Chorus

with every grasp of breath in my chest, within my soul
I’m your vessel ready to reach your people
these days are evil, we need you
They’re chasin that mighty dollar
They’re needing you Mighty Father
Increasing their riches and they hatin the word of prophecy
But greed and envy decreases life expectancy
And as the world is turning, little children give up on livin
I can’t sit back and watch this generation be a victim
I know you hand picked them to be a holy nation
So I gotta get ‘em get ‘em
Get them captives out of prison
They looking for change but getting religion
Turning to the hypocrites
confusing that condemnation
For conviction
riotous livin
So I’m reaching these prodicals
That fall in the cracks of the mammon system

With these hands, the sick they shall recover
With these hands, the blind they shall see
The lepor, the beggar was healed by the word
and now it dwells in me

So I gotta die daily, fall to my knees withstand
And cover my wife and kids in prayer with these hands

Chorus

With these hands Ima grip this mic
Speak life to a world that would rather shoot n tell lies to the youth
But Ima live for Christ
So dark but I ride for the light
in the night with the hands on the wheel
Cuz these young men hittin up teens and getting their caps peeled
Young girls should never need a pap smear
Burned up from physical attraction
Rappin for the youth on the rez that are livin critical
Now it’s time for some action

Lord Jesus give me strength
To know your width and length
To know your hight and depth
Cricify this weak flesh
Give back to the community
Help the urban youth achieve
Let them know they got destiny
These streets keep givin them false dreams

It’s like they gave up hope
and they’re leaning on a rope
And would rather let go of life
Than fight the fight of faith
We know that’s why to die is gain
And to live in Jesus’ name
With these hands we can reach a generation desensitized to inner pain
It’s bigger than entertainment
We better than CD sales
The Great Commission makin disciples, savin souls from hell

Chorus