FLAME - God Man lyrics

They forget You're the God-Man Your
Word says You were tempted
On every hand yet they promise up and
Down You don't understand could
It be an excuse
To continue in sin? could it be in
Their greed that they want more?
As if dying on the cross wasn't enough for
Them let's pretend
And defend like this the last rhyme this is
What I would say to persuade minds listen

You say that you would die for your block
And you would die for your dawgs
But would you get on the cross and then
Die for us all? I can hear Him crying
Let this cup pass from Me but
Some sin against Holy Ghost which
Is blasphemy now picture pain, the worst
On earth ever existed
Experienced the mischief
Endureth the crucifixion He died although 40
Percent wouldn't believe see He
Died although 10 percent
Wouldn't receive see He
Died although 20 percent
Wouldn't understand and only
30 percent reverenced Him
As the Son of Man now knowing this
He still said
Nevertheless not My will be done but
Your will be done 33 years
Of pain, suffering and sorrow
Rejection, ridiculed, In
A tomb that was borrowed foxes have holes
Birds have nests but even the Son of
Man didn't have a place to rest

The first Adam straight died with
His bride and the
Second Adam straight died for His Bride and
We have a High Priest who can really
Sympathize with our weaknesses and
See the lies and the disguise in us
Lived in Nazareth that's
Similar to our urban streets till He
Was 30 and rejected by His town peeps
Know what it's like to be shunned, hung
Spit upon and still be the Son who's
One with the Father feel
The agony of the main
People hating on You the ones that read
About You and supposed to be waiting on You
Know what it's like to be dogged out but
Gotta fight cause You called out, plus
In the garden of Gethsemane
He made the choice to surrender to
His enemies know what it's like to walk the
Earth and get no love treated so cold
Like hands and ice with no gloves

No tongue should ever speak, He
Don't know struggling heartache
Heartbreak and
Suffering spit on, whipped on, and
Thrown down a Prophet
Without honor in His hometown
(own town) we waiting to see the spectacular
And miraculous He cracked the
Grave and resurrected the miraculous showed
His love and died for us
While we were yet sinners you're either
Generation X or either blessed winners
Took many lashes and then shed
Blood cried and sweat
Blood God, now that's love
(that's love) what more can He do
Than He's already done than to love the
World so much that He sent His
Only begotten Son what more can
He do to personally prove
To you than to pay the price for sin
Hopefully including you what more can He
Do to say that He loved
Your life than to wrap in
Human flesh and become the Christ