CMR4 (part Natan El Profeta)

Part 4, hey

The saga's here, the favorite of the Pharisees
I see that Miss Religion's got her pairs down low
Twenty years to base my beliefs
Twenty years that love for my neighbor's still stuck in a museum

And judgment, as always, weighs on the sacrifice
Condemning's more than a hobby, it's like a vice
They buried grace with the service
Now they only talk about rules and norms, not the God who started it all

Say geez, through your filter it always looks gray
You're just as guilty as the corrupt in this country
They're throwing corn at the church's disdain
When they attack a bad fruit and don’t nurture the root

Yeah! Society's drowning in sin
Is it because a big part of the church is asleep?
Caught up in the apostolic and prophetic
And the blame falls on a singer and his sold-out shows?

What a mess! Blaming others for your bad work
The lamp goes on the table, not under it
Sin stinks in every person who brought it
But condemning it won't take away that stench

I’ll never agree with the world and its proposals
But I know where the real issue lies
I don’t fight with the flesh of the one who sins in response
But for the root of that sin that infects them

I don’t defend the world, nor its empty intentions
But this war isn’t against people, my friend
The one who seems like an enemy today
Could be your brother tomorrow, ha

Correcting without offering salvation isn’t love, it’s just disguised punishment
If you don’t guide people to the cross of the Savior, you’re just looking for a guaranteed sound

Throw the stone if you’ve never needed grace in your life
Throw the stone if you’ve never reached mercy in this world
Throw the stone if you went to the cross and only you paid that debt
Better get off your throne, you’re not the one who saved me

Natan the Prophet, the oil
The franchise player
From A to Z, Alex Zurdo
Ha, yeah, already now, ha-ha!

Miss Religion, it’s me again
What you’re preaching, live it too
They made sacrifices but didn’t obey me
They talked about my word but didn’t know me

Gave ten out of a hundred to be prosperous
And didn’t see their brother who was desperate
In the same clothes, starving 'cause he had no cash
They’d set aside the service 'cause the kingdom comes first

Religious hypocrisy, that’s what Christ called it
Hate your brother who sees it, call on God you’ve never seen
They don’t know Him from heaven, they leave Him on read
'Cause they live with more hate than the Count of Monte Cristo

Say geez, Zurdo told me to break it
Besides, I’m already paid, bro, say what you want
Do whatever you want, I know I’m not a saint
(So) if I fall, I’ll get back up

They live lying, keeping up a facade
Subjecting the people to rules they don’t follow at all
They’re irreplaceable, speaking tongues of nothing
But they’re different people with the camera off

They painted me as a sinner 'cause I drank wine
Jesus turned water into wine, so did the Master sin?
I don’t think so, they’ve got the Bible kidnapped
To their liking and misinterpreted (oh)

I fear nothing that’s on this earth
Your shots don’t scare me, brother, I grew up in war
I’ll close this microphone
And if it’s not gonna bless my brothers, shut your mouth

You preach clothes, Jesus preached love
They love sin but hate the sinner
They talk more about Satan than about Jesus, their Redeemer
Coherence, Magali, please!

Satan doesn’t even attack them, and they haven’t noticed
'Cause they’re the only army that kills its own soldier
That brother doesn’t participate 'cause he’s not married yet
But the one who tithes many teeth knows they live in sin

Oh, I think I went too far (hey), I think I went too far!
They were in a flight but I landed them
They tried to stall me but I always pushed through
Their sermons sounded nice, so I analyzed them

I wrote this 'cause I had a bit of free time
So excuse me if it affects your business
Don’t call it ministry, nor royal priesthood
Your church is a business if Jesus isn’t your partner

That apostle so-and-so, that name isn’t even mentioned
They’re trees that bear no fruit nor shade
I came out of the rubble, throw me the carpet
'Cause there’s no man who surprises me, only God amazes me (plah-plah!)

Living in abundance in times of gray
Jehovah Rafa and Jehovah Nissi
My father’s business keeps me busy
Without voodoo, I can do what you do, easy

Throw the stone if you’ve never needed grace in your life
Throw the stone if you’ve never reached mercy in this world
Throw the stone if you went to the cross and only you paid that debt
Better get off your throne, you’re not the one who saved me

Yeah, my bad, I know I’m not perfect, that I shouldn’t point fingers
But someone has to say things as they are, Natan the Prophet, The Oil, From A to Z

Remember that our struggle isn’t against flesh and blood, but against the forces that enslave souls
We’re not here to justify sin, but neither to condemn the sinner
If we forget this, we’re aiming our weapons at the wrong target

The one who seems like an enemy today could be a brother in faith tomorrow
Rescued by grace, the same that saved you and saved me

So church, let’s love more and condemn less
And remember that in the true battle, it’s spiritual

To get on our knees, it’s been said, From A to Z, Amen