Not yet even born we were created like that famous quote of God stated: "Let Us make man in Our image, after Our likeness." Gen 2:26 That's our significance! Created unlike any other creature who stand on their four legs or are slumped on their sides, man was created standing upright to show that his image is found in God the Most High. That's our significance that we have forgotten and squandered it because we did not know the meaning of this one thing, that we are created in the image of the Most Supreme Being God, and set apart from all creation because we are like Him. We entered this world with everything provided for us; wealthy from the beginning, and didn't have to do anything in order to get it, but just reap God's blessings like when, a child birthed by his parents bearing the image of them, not even knowing it yet, but having all of their riches at hand. We were set apart for The Most High God to live in harmony synchronized in perfect unity and fellowship holding a continuous conversation. Therefore, our joy is dependent on the relationship with God, not in creation where we compare ourselves with things that are less than we are by God's original intention. We were directly linked with God the Father, but then sin crept in. After our deceived thinking; lust of the eyes and flesh distracted us away from our relationship with Him; leading us to fall short of His glory with death eternal being the only just compensation. It took the price of killing His own Son Who lived a perfectly righteous life with no sinning. Our Representative Who justifies us upon us believing then making us go through the process of sanctification; as He crushes and breaks us so that all we have left to do is look up and seek Him in Whom is the fullness of the image of God. (Col 2:9) So, with His face unveiled as we behold the Lord's glory, we're being transformed in to the same image from one degree of glory to another. (2 Cor 3:18) Yes, we're sinful, but the fact is that's not where our story began before man's fall into sin. As the sweet fruit that turned bitter in the consequence that followed we had many years to endeavor as He would do whatever He needs to in order to purify us "that we may share His holiness" (Heb 12:10b) as His royal kin before we enter in His rest again as we were in the beginning. So, "For the moment all discipline seems painful rather than pleasant, but later it yields the peaceful fruit of righteousness to those who have been trained by it." (Heb 12:11) And these are Positive Convictions.

As we start I wanna proclaim that "Our help is in the name of the Lord" "My brothers, let each of you present himself before the face of the Lord, and confess his faults and sins, following my words in his heart": O Lord God, Eternal and Almighty Father, we confess and acknowledge truly before Your grandeur holiness that we are poor sinners by nature from the moment we're conceived and born, iniquitous and prone to evil incapable of any good, and that in our depravity we contravene Your precepts with foolish daringness rebel without ceasing; therefore, through Your righteous judgement we purchase for ourselves our ruin and damnation on top of it all. Nevertheless, O Lord, we grieve that we've offended You; we condemn ourselves and our sins with repentance that is true; begging Your mercy to relieve our distress; O God and Father most gracious give us compassion at its full measure. Have mercy on us in the name of Your Son our Lord Jesus Christ through Whom we receive our cure; and as You blot out our sin and stains magnify and increase in us every day the grace of the Holy Spirit to give us fuel; that as we acknowledge our wickedness with all our heart; we be moved by our sorrow and confessing our sin depart from it; bringing forth true repentance producing in us the fruit of righteousness and innocence that are pleasing to You through the same Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen. Let's begin…

At those time we're down to the floor as if we can't take it anymore; crying out loud help me Lord! I need my soul to be restored 'cause so much pain has been stored in my heart that it can no longer be ignored, and this is whom this song is for… This song, this song. This song it's for the ones with problems in the mix. I assure you all that I mention is from experience. I can sympathize with ya'll by dropping down some relevance with things that I've been convicted with earlier and the present tense. This song is for the ones picking up their scattered stones with each one they pick up it's a new lesson learned. Now eager to share it with the ones that don't even know what's expecting them if they go on apart from God on their own. For those whose functional savior don't relieve 'em anymore; who realized along the way it's the grace of God they ignored; now further being crushed and broken in their heart and soul to be presented perfect, and resembling the Lord. It's for the cast down 'cause of their own stupid mistakes taking in bitter portions that are served on their plates. I just pray that by God's grace it's a better aftertaste as we through ups and downs look up to the Perfecter of our faith. This is for the heartbroken lovers by the ones they pursued; now locked up in the closet alone singing the blues; who are tired of friendships not working out as they would choose; instead are seeing time fly by 'em while being refused. This is for gals to whom guys give no attention besides wimps that satisfy their sinful obsession; who are tired of boys who sit at home playing PlayStation having no clue what it's like grinding at a job for a paycheck. For guys who are left hanging to themselves guessing while no girls are willing to have honest conversations; with excuses that it's not the right time and place and missing that it's their pride that tries avoiding confrontation. Those who are tired of having the "so called" many friends, but at troubled times they realize that no one even cares; left alone dealing with problems they barely can bare, and it's for them that I wrote this song, and now I wanna share. Chorus: For all the tired, oppressed, and deeply overburdened, come to Jesus, cast your care upon Him, He cares for it He'll give you rest, and take your soul fully restore it through the mighty gospel, bless you with riches flowing from it. For all the tired, oppressed, and deeply overburdened, come to Jesus cast your care upon Him, He cares for it. This positive conviction of the Gospel is for your restoring, receive it as it is and don't ignore it. This song is for the ones who are tired of faking it sitting in church with shirts and ties and hating it; tired of conforming to a religion with no transparency; weekly role play as a pharisee coming and serenading it; tired of seeing heads compromising the truth degrading it, elevating cultural customs above it misstating it by preaching a lotta sermons yet with no Gospel displayed in it; tired of leaving disappointed and afraid to be saying it. It's for those tired of being stuck in bondage to their sin as if it held 'em for so long thinking they can't come back again; who are tired to a point they're bankrupt in spirit within; knowing that apart from God's help they can't do anything; who are tired of seeing no fruits in their lives or ministry yet certain God will lead them through their trials of despondency the misfits who don't care what ya'll think living transparently taking their worries and laying it all down at Christ's feet Chorus: For all the tired, oppressed, and deeply overburdened, come to Jesus, cast your care upon Him, He cares for it He'll give you rest, and take your soul fully restore it through the mighty gospel, bless you with riches flowing from it. For all the tired, oppressed, and deeply overburdened, come to Jesus cast your care upon Him, He cares for it. This positive conviction of the Gospel is for your restoring, receive it as it is and don't ignore it.

You're not fooling anyone with your lack of acting skill; now taking offense to what I say as if it is not real 'cause I myself done it for long always living in fear; now able to spot it when someone is being insincere. Just take a second and look at yourself in the mirror; I can see it in your eyes the whole picture becomes clear of the troubled heart that once enjoyed God's presence near, but sin have hidden God's face from you, so that He don't hear; (Isa 59:2) limiting you to rejoice and truly proclaim your voice; spiritually off key; what's internally is heard audibly boy and it is nothing; just lips moving mumbling something; heart detached from the song of worship that we sing; while the mind is occupied with distractions of the time being like mine was many years 'cause of what's her name, sin; until I was challenged to stop and really think why I come and that's when God by His grace took off the facade that I had on. Chorus: Brotha, why don't you come back soon? 'cause the Lord doesn't give up on you, but remains faithful and true and this is what I try to do, try to do. It's all on you my brotha if you neglect to meet after many efforts to remind you it's something we need; to receive the healing after some confessions to each other knowing that a prayer of a righteous brotha has great power as it is working. Prayer of faith saving the one who is sick as God raises and forgives him even after the sins he did; for reals, it's true, Elijah was like me and you who prayed fervently three and half years for the rain not to come through, then prayed again, the earth gave rain, and bore its fruit, so I pray that the same thing spiritually happens in you too; brotha 'cause I notice you amongst us wander from the truth; and it's my hope that you forsake your sin and come back soon as I try to save your soul from death and cover the multitude of sin (James 5:15-20) that's in between hindering our fellowship dude; just know that I'm here ready to chill and pray with you with confident faith that God will hear us and make things new. I need to go to sleep but the rhymes keep coming inspired by Sunday's sermon, and I won't sit upon 'em knowing they might help a sista or brotha in need if they take a few seconds to read the two previous sixteens, and notice it's not just my notions or personal intuitions, but rhymes soaked in scriptures to make positive convictions; serve a bitter portion of truth in the midst of contradictions to direct them back at God and escape spiritual afflictions. Now, I know how you feel of me getting on your case, but do know this is a divine established means of grace that among Christ's body we are called to serve each other with unfailing love reach out to our slacking off sistas and brothas. The truth is, I'm a sinner needing the same thing for myself; don't think that I'm just blasting you with my own self-righteousness 'cause it's I who is hardened by my sinful ways needing exhortation daily, while it's called today. (Heb 3:13) Chorus: Brotha, we need to come back soon 'cause the Lord don't give up on us two but remains faithful and true and this is what He always do, always do. Stay within the fellowship of the holy church. We may not be perfect but bro we need each other, we cannot do it on our own, so hear me, and please don’t go, we need each other, come back and stay, praying for you.

Chorus: I can't chill tonight, please don't get mad at me hommie 'cause the sinful sorrow of my life got a hold of me. I need to stay at home and be alone to do some mourning; check the condition of my soul that I've been ignoring. Don't take it personal 'cause I'm just trying to be real; rather than suffer keeping things unrevealed and concealed as I deny, try, get high, or struggle to cry some tears; I need God crush and rebuild my soul up in here ‘cause I… Deny the fact the biggest problem is my self; deny my anger inside and blaming someone else; deny that I'm filled with pride like virus in cells ; deny how far I wonder from God as my sin excels; deny that I'm wicked by nature as I really am even deny God like Pharisees faking it as I pretend; deny that I'm bankrupt in sprit with nothing to bring, but then I move on to trying to fix my broken condition, as I… Try like monastics bounded by a religion; try to make drastic changes by moral living; try to then mask it saying all the right things and try to be like the heads in my congregation; try in my own power to make a change of my direction; try to appear godly as if I don't need any correction; try coming to God in prayer yet feeling disconnection as a conviction hits me, I'm not even close to perfection, so… Chorus: I can't chill tonight, please don't get mad at me hommie 'cause the sinful sorrow of my life got a hold of me. I need to stay at home and be alone to do some mourning; check the condition of my soul that I've been ignoring. Don't take it personal 'cause I'm just trying to be real; rather than suffer keeping things unrevealed and concealed as I deny, try, get high, or struggle to cry some tears; I need God crush and rebuild my soul up in here ‘cause I… Get high opposing to who I should truly to be; get high by sinning with lust physically and mentally; get high through entertainment escaping the reality; get high by rapping it away on instrumental beats; get high presenting myself greater than I am; get high thinking I stand on land, yet sinking in the sand; get high through phony piety, yet fail to understand that on the other hand I'm so depraved I need You again, so I… Cry after breaking Your laws but no tears come out; cry that I became callus to You not more devout; cry with no hope left inside and overwhelmed by doubt; cry and shout God knowing He's the only route, so I… Cry like the prodigal admitting my condition; cry returning home with hopes for an undeserved admission; cry not just to focus on myself and my sinning, but focusing on God the only One Who can forgive me, because That’s when the Spirit comes and clears up my blurry vision, as I… react to my sin surely in the face of God Who's holy Who can just simply destroy me when I'm in front of His glory. But He's been patient with me while exposing my transgressions, while I… come to Him fully broken, and in my tears I am soaking what in me is evoking a right attitude of mourning. That's when He shows me things far too long I've been ignoring, and then… through scriptural revelations displaying my imperfections, leading me to repentance, reassuring my salvation. And daily gives me grace with His mercies ever flowing, that's when… I am comforted fully knowing that all of my folly is forgiven absolutely, and blessed I am truly. Rejoice! that you are grieved into repenting. For godly grief produces a repentance that leads to salvation without regret, whereas worldly grief produces death. (2 Cor 7:9-10) Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted. (Mat 5:4)

Life without God is void ‘cause when I live in sin life has no point; like a joint being toked away; smoke that's there for a second and gone; hope when I stumble upon the truth I get convicted and able to move on to get high elevated; not the way that the drug addicts demonstrate it, but so that my sin will be hated by me so much that it will be vacated outta my system; not through means of religion or behavioral revision, but through the grace of God being poured down, abolishing the division between Him and I, because it's Him Who gives me a new vision, humbling me to submission, restoring my communion with Him so that I can be molded to His perfect completion. You might be thinking these thoughts are just my superstition, but I know the recognition of my sinful state is a blessed condition given by God, where through His scope I can see my spiritual position and it's not pretty, so God have pity on me with Your Grace given freely; resurrect me from this spiritual decay to the streets of Your holy city because really, You're my only hope left to rebuild the temple within me, and I shall rejoice again in You my Lord when it's rebuilt in me ideally.

I am so tempted to buy and write to a new beat despite the clock that's telling me it's time to go to sleep. Well it's too late now; I just sent in my inquiry; props to Knaladeus for moving me creatively, but that's not the only thing that inspires me you see; it's the weight of my worries currently burdening me; precisely where I'm at spiritually; It's been so long since I spoke on it reflectively. I let myself go and let my tears flow as God convicts me this night with Him and I alone; get a sneak peek through His word of what God has in store to tell me this moment; too precious to pass by and ignore as I many times settle for less when He offers more; I become void and dried up in the deep banks of my soul; I'm so glad it's brought up, in reaction I implore begging God for grace and mercy and to be restored, 'cause I Chorus: feel like, feel like, it's zero gravity; as if I'm hovering in deep apathy; see the picture of my soul; it don't bother me; don't want the black hole to swallow me. I know, I know, no matter what time it be; I can call upon my God for recovery; pull me back to His orbit where I ought to be with His light rekindle the life in me At a neutral state within too easy to cling to sin when I'm not disciplined in praying and reading the word; that's how descent begins, innocent as it seems, I give in to sin and start living in disobedience; showing no significance to God's preeminence; not loving Him by loving sin instead of fighting it with vigilance; dealing with its consequence I'm quite convinced that once again I need to come to Him with repentance. In fact that apart from that nothing will act as a right penance; my own good works lack clearing my deserved sentence; my track record's whack it is proven by much evidence; exactly as revealed in many songs of my confessions. So I cannot be puffed-up with any personal achievements as if I played a major role in my forgiveness; God reached out His hand first; the perfect and sinless; when I was a mess having nothing to express but this Chorus: feel like, feel like, it's zero gravity; as if I'm hovering in deep apathy; see the picture of my soul; it don't bother me; don't want the black hole to swallow me. I know, I know, no matter what time it be; I can call upon my God for recovery; pull me back to His orbit where I ought to be with His light rekindle the life in me After all my screw-ups He continues to pour grace; I still don't fully get why only accept it by faith. "The good work He began in me will bring to an end at the day of Jesus Christ" (Phil 1:6) when I see His face. Until then He will continue magnifying His name through such weak and broken crushed vessel like I am; Ain't gonna pretend still far away from perfection, but through His mercies given daily head the right direction. So I analyze where would I be without Him by my side, through the lows and the highs, probably would just die, but daily to my surprise He still keeps me alive when I lose track and apathetically am downcast, but it didn't last too long in comparison to Israel living in exile away from home. My punishment has already been covered by the Son; by His grace through faith in Him I got redemption when I Chorus: felt like, felt like, it's zero gravity; as if I was hovering in deep apathy; saw the picture of my soul; it didn’t bother me; didn't want the black hole to swallow me. I knew, I knew, no matter what time it be, I called upon my God for recovery; He pulled me back to His orbit where I ought to be with His light rekindled the life in me.

How you doing? Good. How am I doing? Wait, hold on, uhmm…I know what it's like during that split second where I have to decide to be honest or lie put on a good face smiling when in reality things inside are a mess. I wanna appear strong when I am powerless, and I stress 'cause this bogus persona facades my pride endorsing my sin to continue within me ultimately ripping me off from the truth in my life. I who am known as a "believer," yet now as a phony deceiver, self-righteous achiever, or more like failure, because I'm not mutually encouraged by your faith, nor you by mine at times that I fake it. Please don't mistake it; what I try to do is break this false belief that without each other I'm able to make it; nahh ’cause I can't, yet instead I try to pretend limiting the Gospel's influence within. You know what I mean by lacking transparency with no honesty left in the conversations I have I rob myself inwardly by denying you a chance to speak truth into my life and encourage me where I need it most definitely. I might be anxious, but act like everything is cool, put on a good face with hopes I'm not bothered by you, make sure that no one knows what I am going through, but I forget that I need someone to tell me God's truth. I need to hear that God is sovereign and has a good plan for the lives of those who love Him, I need to listen something that's rooted in the Gospel, examples given; that I need to see the faith of others so that I can persevere through times of anxiety and fear, or I could just pretend seemingly protect myself from those who are near who look at my stare, are fully aware, of my despair, offering care, willing to share my burden and take it upon them and give me support with their prayer, yet I deny it and remain reluctant as if I lost my sense of Christ-like zeal for each other, and by not being real windup sabotaging my own spiritual life and no other. But not only that I loose the gospel influence within; the outward influence also gets diminished by my sin, because I can't offer you anything that's real besides the fakeness that is in me finding its appeal. Yet the best resource for speaking into other's lives is sharing what God is doing in me; the fruit He's bringing up inside, but too bad the fruit I let ya'll see is often plastic; looks good from a distance, but nourishing no one; that's tragic. Yet I know that the gospel allows me to be real; admitting me as a sinner who through Christ become ideal, establishing me a saint, in the local church I'm placed so I can get a taste of a community without any fakes 'cause that's the one true place where my true face could be shown knowing that God's sufficient grace will cover all my wrongs; I just need to admit who I am and where I’m at and stop pretending; serve others in the body of the church until we reach the ending. Now I know many hear this beat and are like nahh! Well sorry for being my real self with no facade, didn't wanna preach to the choir but this applies to both you and I so by the grace of God may we live honest and transparent lives. Note to self.

Doloto Verse1 Yo hommie, I ain't here to tickle your ears. Not in the business of pleasing you with what you wanna hear; whatever it might be to which your mind aligned causing faulty thinking 'cause the truth has been denied. While claiming to be wise, but you're blind leading the blind (Mt 15:14) who will fall into ditch, and you think you'll be alright as you bag on me whether out of ignorance or consciously; it's no difference to me when being faced with the reality that you and I are both sinners by nature who really need the gospel to convict us to repentance and to set us free. We both need to bow down eventually; better to do it as allies than His enemies! Pardon my honesty as I start to rhyme, even if these songs convict you bro I really don't mind. I just hope that at a proper time you'll come and repent so the redemptive work of Christ in you will be evident now. Chorus This is a song to tap into your condition. You may be living life with many contradictions; believing a gospel that's opposite from scriptures’ hoping you will see it; receive positive conviction. This is a song to tap into your condition. You may be living life with many contradictions, believing a gospel that's opposite from scriptures; hoping you will see it; believe it. Reveal Verse You’re not listening to two radio rapers; you’re now listening to what really matters. God is love, but when He comes as Judge Isaiah wrote His garments will be splattered with His enemies’ blood. Ten virgins waiting for their master, five with their lamps burning ready, the other half scrambling to disaster deadly; a tainted picture of today’s church saying praises and amens, but when no one’s looking you dipping in the purse giving crumbs to Christ after serving Satan the full diner plate first, turning off your light all for a slice? Proclaiming to be blessed, but what happens when you show up the feast the beast not properly dressed? An eternity of weeping reaping every regret wishing you turn from the yearn when you heard the word repent! Chorus Doloto Last Verse You want something positive, but the truth is convicting, so you back away and then choose to live in sin. you realize following Christ gonna cost ya; Instead of riches and prosperity, persecution. They want the blessings forgetting the other half that they are called to suffer as they receive the Holy Ghost; tossed like babes in lies of the modern day that you should be living in health, wealth, and prosperity. Learning to imitate and copy everything they say, but when looking at Jesus never learned to obey. When it comes to sin, approaching the scriptures skeptically, respectively hearing both of the sides objectively. Walking away thinking that you're so negative thinking that God will still forgive us despite how we lived, that He's so kind and loving, yet forgetting He's the judge. Man test your salvation or else you'll be out of touch forever.

Tempted to pull off another late night rhyme session while the coffee still affecting my mind with no question; as I align to the the track's beat pattern progression; drop some lines to further ignite deeper expression of things I kept in suppression without any confession; thinking I was fine but in reality trapped in depression; on the front-lines still a Christian by profession while behind the scenes controlled by my sinful obsessions; for so long that I distorted my proper discretion, lying to myself not admitting the deep mess that I am in, blemished by transgression, now caught in digression, loosing ability to feel divine affection. Now some might hear this and will get the impression that I focus too much on sin and all of my imperfections when I should just think of God's love and all of His blessings, rather than beat my head over the fact I messed up again yes, but I ask please give me a second of your attention; without sin mentioned it's not a proper gospel presentation; Think about it, Christ took on all the wrath and aggression that God the Father had for our sin, death is the compensation, and that's the good news along with the bad in one combination that cannot be split apart, together as one declaration The GOSPEL it is, and by faith through which I have salvation, from my sin and that's a reason for this late night intersession on the behalf of my self.

He loves me still though I do not deserve it. You love me still with reckless abandonment. Verse1 I know for a fact that You love me so much even at times when I feel greatly out of touch; then out of my own strength I can't really do what's needed ‘cause the sacrifice to prove this love is still alive has been completed; which I recall receiving but at times often mistreated at moments that my sin's allure gotten me heated; heading to destructive ways to which I pleaded guilty, worthy of death, and that I'm alive still can't believe it asking, can it really be? Well surprisingly yes; starting at the moment of the first time that I confessed to know and live for nothing less my Lord Who gives me the power, supplying me the grace I need to exist until this hour. Even when my speech is sour as I recover from sin; the Holy Spirit's power urges me again run to the altar of Golgotha's renewing cleansing, lay my life down, live for Him and sing… Chorus The look of love is got me thinking of all things that I’ve been missing. I thank You that You’ve been so patient, pouring out Your grace, giving me salvation. Verse2 So weeks and months later as I'm continually amazed that I get up every morning, and Your grace has not phased away when I went astray to my sinful ways, and I'm affirmed that You still love me 'cause I'm here today; giving You praise in ways that I do it best; offer my gifts back to You with which I have been blessed to express all that I am, shine the light I can, according to the command given by the Son of Man; Until the end I can't imagine doing nothing else; You put the words on my mouth and it is Your name I will bless; receive the love that I been given and spread it to the rest at times when I have fallen and when I'm at my best; confess the name of ultimate love God my Father Who keeps on loving me more than any other; with Him being part of me I'll strive higher, go farther, and after this song of praise ya’ll I will sing another like… Chorus The look of love is got me thinking of all things that I’ve been missing. I thank You that You’ve been so patient, pouring out Your grace, giving me salvation. Bridge He loves me still though I do not deserve it. You love me still with reckless abandonment. Verse3 This love made me see and analyze my wondering ways of which I start thinking and feeling very shamed because my heart was captured by various form of idolatry rather than by You, a safe place where it ought to be. I can't believe that I let my soul get so waisted, intoxicated with all the fleshly sin I've tasted, but worst of all, learned to love it and crave it when at the beginning of it, it is something that I should of hated. So there I slowly faded, stuck in the darkness yet too blind to see Your sovereignty over the path that was paved in front of me, yet what I had coming You knew all along, and now that I can see it through Your eyes I will sing this song, 'cause You're so worthy to be receiving my eternal praises for rescuing my soul out of the darkest places, and this fact amazes me that Your love is so strong that You never let me go until Your work is done, and still going. And still going; keeping me flowing. Chorus The look of love is got me thinking of all things that I’ve been missing. I thank You that You’ve been so patient, pouring out Your grace, giving me salvation. End The look of love is got me thinking of all things that I’ve been missing. (You can have all of me.) When I was away from You I didn’t know what to do. The look of love is got me thinking…