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]

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