What Do You See? by the Ambassador (Cross Movement's Human Emergency album)

Hear the CLINK! of the nails as they pierce His hands / And the…lash as they slash this man /
Crash this man, hit and harass this man / Bash, stick and inflict mad gashes and /
Mentally put yourself at the place and time / Use faith as a way to trace the crime /
Let your mind take you back laps and laps / Back track till your mind sees back to back /
All the things that happ'd / To the silent Lamb /
All in chains, trapped like a violent man / Like He forwarded a violent plan /
But it was prophecy / That said God would be /
Treated like unwanted property / You’ve got to see /
The ill way that they flogged Him / Blood leaked, it was deep how they mobbed Him /
Think thorns worn as a crown / Here the Jews say, “Crucify Him pass it down” /
Hear the squeals as the steel comes crashin’ down / Can’t get past the sound /
Teeth are gnashing now / Veins snap, feel that, hot flashin’ now /
Draped in blood, covered in a cap and gown /
So many cracks from the straps / It numbs the back /
Crucifixion makes your lungs collapse /
Watch His chest---see Him gasp for breath / Hear Him…and…till there’s no gasp left /

Chorus: What do you see when you close your eyes /What will you see when your life goes by /
Think hard / Visualize the ill mob / Either you’ll feel God/ Or your heart's real hard /

Concentrate, your mind should stay in study mode / Tell your buddies, “roll” /
As you contemplate the bloody robe /
Which was worn by the One beaten and torn / Killed by the same dust people He formed /
He emptied Himself---paused the wealth / Put independent use of His attributes on the shelf /
Loving men who weren’t loving Him / Loving sin /
Loving gin / Lovin’ a night at the club again /
I’m rubbin' men wrong but souls will die / If my rhyme doesn’t come in and blow your high /
I’m right in the sight of Jehovah’s eye / So the gospel I’ll tell till I’m old and dry /
The world’s cold like a frozen pie / With little sense like missing your ears, tongue, nose, and eyes /
But back to the ugliest things you’ve ever heard of / The murder of the One who took more flack than Roberta /
They came in droves / Cats had His veins exposed /
Played a game where they claimed His robe / Eyes swoll, even rearranged His nose /
Only Providence helped Him sustain the blows /
Are y'all seeing the One who owns it all / The King getting beaten in the Roman halls /
Headed for a Roman cross, and heaven is His home and all /But He wouldn’t give His home a call /
Soon to dislocate His bones and all / And still wouldn’t wish for His opponents' fall /
Ahhh!---tired and thirsty too / Blood lost on a cross in His birthday suit /
As He droops, pooped from attempts to breathe / I grieve/ Tears stop my attempts to read /
The sign hanging over Him limp and weak/ It’s (Memphis) bleak /
How could this have been meant to be? /

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No time to blink, just continue to think of Scripture / Let it convict ya /
Focus, get in the picture /
Watch it blow you square off the Ricter / As it teaches you of the real Victor /
Who prevails /You hear the crucifixion details /
Now ask yourself why’s your life still derailed / And why we fail /
To live for the One we nailed / This same Jesus, you know the One we Hail /
With our lips but not with our lives / Time to see with the heart and not with our eyes /
See the Son, the One, who was hung like a poster / Was buried, but popped up like a toaster /
Got all the host of heaven makin’ a toast ta /The King of kings who brings God and men closer /
Sin’s roped ya, guns out the holster / Can’t stay alive even with John Travolta /
Now I hope ta / Pull y'all off the sofa / Cut the TVs pause the CDs, the culture's /
In the midst of a raging storm / The rage is on, obituary page is long /
Life is short, casket sales are high / No surprise that the numbers in the jails are high /
On the streets anything you want they’ll supply / That’s why beer, crack and weed sales are high /
Love songs making you wail and cry / Number of pregnant single females is high /
Youth get high---deal just to get by / Doing street corner business with no suit & tie /
It’s “do or die”, truth or lie, you and I / Refuse to try, and trust the Crucified /

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