Not My Own

Lyrics

[Sample: Mac the Doulos] That's cuz I'm on mission, but not my own mission! That's cuz I'm on mission, but not my own mission! That's cuz I'm on mission, but not my own mission! That's cuz I'm on mission, but not my own mission! [Verse 1: Stephen the Levite] We see the mission beginning in Genesis 3 Adam and Eve eat from the tree and God comes down to get with His peeps Possibly even bodily walkin in the Garden, the pre-incarnate Christ extending God's pardon Scholars call it the Protoevangelion, God givin the Gospel and Man's first rebellion Audibly in His talk about an offspring, I would argue it's also visual in His offering Through 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 [Verse 2: Phanatik] Steve's right, the Levite, he spoke it well What more could I say, what could your boy hope to tell? Well, guess we could go back a little further and provide some background data that you probably never heard of (go ahead) Word up, back before the beginning Before the war with Satan brought the Lord's sentencing Creation waited with bated 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 through the man's family line (brilliant!) That was the illest decision and the basis for gracing us with the realest Commission If you're with the mission, tell Him yes or no But let your "yeas" be "yea," baby, ready set go! [Verse 3: Evangel] Listen Our mission as Christians is to stay soul-fishing, faithful to the Great Commission 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 tetelestai 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' [Sample: Mac the Doulos] That's cuz I'm on mission, but not my own mission! That's cuz I'm on mission, but not my own mission! That's cuz I'm on mission, but not my own mission! That's cuz I'm on mission, but not my own mission! [Instrumental Outro]