Stream in the Desert
Written by: "Youngman Rumble" T. Pierce, and "Simple Faith" I. Bland
(Verse 1)
Here it comes stage 1 of the dry spell
Let me tell ya'll how Tai's press toward the prize fell
Fresh out the incubator into the pew
From Sunday school to the choir risers
Who's ever seen something nicer?
Average story of a man who's had enough of the Bread of Life
And wants to taste what a slice of a lie is like
You know doing dirt doing dirt during the week
Then try to cover up the dirt to make the grass look green
Then enter in the house of God to make a scene
Getting up there to sing about how he's been washed clean
Now that's a soap opera
His mirror displays a disgrace to his heavenly Father
A great dishonor to a church fam
How can a man walk earth without knowing how he's viewed by the Great I Am
Standing in the service with his arms to the sky
With no intentions to surrender what he holds above the most high
His heart is in a place his flesh doesn't wanna follow
Like "I'll stay here go tell Jesus I'll be there tomorrow"
(Chorus)
Leaving this walk behind running around chasing mamis
Like a dog to his puke I returned to my folly
Forgot about the Savior reppin' Satan hard body
Let his word collect dust as sin became a hobby
Why has nothing changed as I move from past to present
Never was pocket rich but spiritually poor as a peasant
Searching for what could end it like a dot to a sentence
It's like seeking streams in the desert
(Verse 2)
Stage number 2 the guilty pleasures start to kick in
He's enjoying prison writing rhymes of the Christian life he's not living
Giving in to plans Satan cooked up in hell's kitchen
Fishing for ways to keep him there but God won't let him off the hook
As he roams around the endless desert
Stabbing each cactus for the temporary thirst quenchers
Bad after taste but attractive so he goes for seconds
Now he's a glutton for the other six deadly transgressions
Making it easy for the enemy to show him his record
Allowing the past to eat him alive like Hannibal Lector
Trying to silence the Lamb
This old creature's getting wrinkled
This dog's days are numbered like Bingo
Yet his loved ones pray "God forbid!
Make him wanna look to you my God and do right like left's opposite
And please don't let him get too far away Father
I pray please don't let him get away"
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)
My Lord
I don't wanna do this no more
I know you're probably saying "Yeah, yeah I heard it all before"
But I beg you just to hear me again
I know we don't talk much so I see how this could seem a little eerie
Being that to me your law was plain theory
Pause it
Stage 3 now we're getting somewhere
Breathing in his presence just to blow sin out the air
Thank you Jesus now should I let him proceed?
(Ah, yeah!)
He says, "Father as you see there's been a lot of drama
Not bringing it to your attention has made this walk harder
I'm done feeling like useless Play-Doh this clay needs a potter
Putting precious time into things that's worth nada
Abba show me what I'm missing
For I don't wanna be forever a baby Christian
A spiritual Stewie Griffin
Help me to truly listen
Strengthen me to knock sin's affliction
I'm kicking my addiction
It's in your hands Lord
Five feet eight of nothing but by your sword I stand tall
Here comes another burden make me strong
P.S. I'm sorry that I did you wrong
(Bridge)
I walked around trying to fill my life with worldly pleasures
Little did I know that the devil had a foot hold
Had me rolling through the desert like tumbleweed
Feeling empty, frail, and alone
Then I cried out to God who never left me
Never gave up always waited
Took me like the dry bones in Ezekiel
And brought me back to life
(Chorus 2)
Leaving this world behind walking right I'm at it again
Running this race I'm at it to win
Light's no longer dim 'cause you could've called my bluff
But instead you continued calling my friend
To see what he's done
How much has changed as I moved from past to present
As I present my future to him for his endeavors
Bottoms up as I indulge on the Living beverage
For he is my stream in the desert