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More Than Conquerors [LIVE]

Steven Curtis Chapman

Worship and Believe

2016

now we're children of the King
The favored sons and daughters, saved by the blood of Jesus
So tell me death, where is your vict'ry and tell me grave

So, He sent His Son, Jesus Christ
Jesus came into this world
Conceived by God's Holy Spirit in the virgin Mary
He lived a perfect life, doing everything

missin' you now, I know you see me smile
I'm in this big-ass house, limited love, I need all
Got off of drugs, I'm strong, no, they ain't feelin' me now

of hours all off in your grave
And to this wicked shit I am a slave
But I like this

[Chorus x2]
The dead need freedom
(A little air a little moonlight
this

I'm on my grind, I always make it here on time
It's so divine, you can see it in the signs
My daughter's fine, cause I'm daddy all the time
I can't

these atrocities
And now we all must beg for their forgiveness

Deaths
That mark a painful past
Bodies buried in mass
Unmarked graves have no voice
They

In the Eyes of the Sun

Wolf

Wolf

2004

The king and the god builds his grave
To be prepared for Osiris
When he has left a new one will come
To rule in Pharaoh's name
A god of the sun and a son

Don't hold back 'cause
By and by, we'll all be dead and buried
(Dead and buried, dead and buried)
(Dead and buried, dead and buried)

A delicate age

hood
I'm just trying to look like God

Had my face in the mud, crawled under the wire
Baptized by the blood, after tried by fire
See the scars on my

spend my fifties in the yard playing catch with my daughter and the dog
Hope my sixties really aren't too hard 
By seventy I'll probably wonder where

the name of the Father
The name of the Son the name of the Spirit
You're washed by the blood
Buried with Christ raised in new life
Baptized

All those old

Indian soldiers 
To go train at a camp in georgia⁴
So they could join the Wilmington slaughter 
To murder our wives sons and daughters
What kind

a grave
You see the vigilante trust me they don't wanna play
They get your buried and it's nothing cuz the fuck with me
Put you in a grave
Calling vigilante

hung on a cross.
And I vowed to the church to be my wife to marry me
I'm the Lord who hung and died in a tomb they buried me.
But death could not stop

The grave it stands
Empty by your victory
Now with open hands
We receive your mercy
And in your fullness
Oh we are your children
Hallelujah
Your heart runs

crawls on the interstate
Otis Spann's buried in an unmarked grave

Heart of the Delta, Mississippi born
Catfish, cotton fields and corn
Reaching for

buried
And I will bleed upon you grave

Toil and trouble
We burned all bridges unbeknownst
Magic isn't free
Time it turns
And all those treacherys are gone

Money

Ludacris

Burning Bridges

2014

breeds jealousy
Jealousy breeds HATE, they on the taste for the ("money")
Now where do I begin?
They send you out to reel you back in and it's all for

of the light
Buried without a graves
No stones and no names
And every next life will ends the same

A worthless kids of unfortune
Lived their lives in pain

patient
Get buried
Falling into
Your own grave

I'm spittin'
Like an automatic
Spraying lead
I'm going rabid
You getting hit by all this traffic
Bathed in

Now listen to me well, son
Milky-White must be taken to market 

Mother, no, he's the best cow in the world!

Was
She has been dry for weeks now

And I know that they say 2 legends can co exist 
But one thing I know is that my co don’t exist 
Cause I exit every co 
With all this dreams in my

make it happen any means necessary
Say less all action until I'm dead and buried
Invested in my vocals to try something different
She told my money

living the dream
My son and my daughter mean the world to me
People don't like the way I'm living well that's all fine
This is the last time, this is