“That’s cuz I’m on mission, but not my own mission!” (Mac the Duolos adlib repeated 4Xs)
Stephen The Levite:
We see the mission beginning in Genesis 3/ Adam and Eve eat from the tree/
and God comes down and get wit His peeps/
possibly even bodily, walkin in the Garden/
the pre- incarnate Christ extending God’s pardon/
scholars call it De Pro?? Euongellion,/
God givin the Gospel and man’s first rebellion/
Audibly in His talk about a offspring, I would argue its also visual in His offering/
Thru an innocent beast he brought peace/
Providing a better offering for their bodies than fig leaves/
The implications are deep but don’t sleep/
the model is set to follow, repeat the technique/
so the mission is God’s and not ours/
it’s also part of His steez, we serve a missional God/
the sent One who sends sons and daughters/
to represent the Son who was slain, and will slaughter!/
(Eric Mason excerpt)
Phanatik:
Steve’s right, the Levite, he spoke it well/
What more could I say, what could ya bol hope to tell?/
Well, guess we could go back a little further/
and provide some background data that you probably never heard of (go head)/
Word up, back before the beginning/
before the world where Satan put the Lord’s sentencing/
creation waited with baited breath for God to breathe Word/
eternity would pass before “Let there be” could be heard/
as that timeless time passed by, in the mind of the Most High/
flashes of ideas shined (like what?), Let’s slay a man, Let’s save a man/
then make a man who needs the Lamb/
then send the Lamb down thru the man’s family line/
(brilliant!) that was the illest decision,/
and the basis for gracing us with the realest Commision/
if you’re with the mission tell Him yes or no/
but let your “yeas” be “yea” baby, ready set go!/
(Eric Mason excerpt)
Evangel:
Listen, our mission as Christians is to stay soul fishing/
faithful to the Great Co-Mission/
not open eyelids, flabbergast, that’s a task for God/
cuz sinful hearts has its gas, like hybrids/
being missionary- minded we’re blinded/
it’s by grace, we can’t state “Look at what I did!”/
that’s with pun intent, we preach fear of the punishment/
the sheep cannot hear unless one is sent/
the Word that none applaud, perfect Son of God/
came here to make His voice heard like a monologue/
three nails held Him high, to tell us why/
that hammerin had Him stammerin, “T-telisti”/
finished work we ain’t sellin lies, tellin guys/
three days later it well applies, this Fella rised/
we make it clear like boisterous hollerin/
call Him and His sheep hear His voice and are followin!/
