Divine Life Speaks

Divine life speaks
Every time I hold the bic
And open my book to jot these lyrics
Every line conceives divinity in all my scripts
And with these lips
Delivery is like Santa, the gift is wrapped (rapped) with peace
Salvation is freely
Given to all that believe in Jesus whole heatedly
Some folks never believe my cheek
When I grip the mic and speak
God's wisdom speaks
And it makes me sleek
So immorality and I don't click
I guess that's why my old life leaked
And the new is here, it comes with a full clip
Loaded with a seated Christ on His seat
Heavenly bliss don't miss
Divine life exists

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