Stigmata
Song by FLF
And I know what You see in me
You see the truth, You see the me in me
You see enough to believe in me
You see Your Son but is He in me
As I travel on this road in life but the road ain't light
With the slang was ingrained is with enslaved language
And the streets are paved with the pain of slave ships
Still, I submit to it
Fall and slip through it
How can I navigate and fit through it
I see Heaven at the end, I'm trying to get to it
Scared to get lost and I admit into it
So I stick to it
This routine, me and my constituents
Got it down pack so we can live through it with no love, no heart, not a glimpse of it
Rules covet the religion, hold it intimate
Thinking we live life but we hinder it, It's ironic the way we cling to it
Hold the Fountain of Youth but we never sip from it
Lifestyles of the young and the ignorant
Insolent
Why do we think we're so high
Inconsiderate
We're sitting on Jesus' shoulders the whole time
Neither me, myself or I
Can't help them
Fact I won't survive
It's been held back
By the Hand of God
Where He sits at
Throne is made alive
Throne was gave for my King to hang and die, things we claim and buy people say that I, lost my brain but I've
Found my heart in God, grab my cross and I Hang myself to my flesh to stay alive
Blood to stain my eyes, crimson tide
Fabric held by the stitches tied by the word of the God
With His hands reaching side to side
Eyes on the King, but I'm feelin' so low I'm with the King, feelin' like I'm riding solo
Fire rain on my head warm my cold soul
Crucify the flesh, I love You to death Stigmata
Would die for my King feeling like I won't go Fly on His wings feel like I can't float
Fire rain on my head warm my cold soul
Crucify the flesh, He loves you to death Stigmata
Eyes on the King, but I'm feelin' so low I'm with the King, feel like I'm riding solo Fire rain on my head warm my cold soul
Crucify the flesh, I love you to death
Stigmata
Would die for my King feeling like I won't go
Fly on His wings feel like I can't float
Fire rain on my head warm my cold soul
Crucify the flesh, He loves you to death
Stigmata
Lord I can see the scars in my hand
Reminder that I'm only a man
Yeah
Lord I can see the scars on Your hand
Reminder that the pain is a part of the plan
I'm crying oh no
I can barely fight it in my own soul
At times I want to climb into my old robes
Embrace the evil ways that I've been known for
That You atoned for
And I know what You see in me
You see the truth, You see the me in me
You see enough to believe in me You see Your Son but Is He in me Is He in me
You see the truth, You see the me in me
You see enough to believe in me
You see Your Son but is He in me
As I travel on this road in life but the road ain't light
With the slang was ingrained is with enslaved language
And the streets are paved with the pain of slave ships
Still, I submit to it
Fall and slip through it
How can I navigate and fit through it
I see Heaven at the end, I'm trying to get to it
Scared to get lost and I admit into it
So I stick to it
This routine, me and my constituents
Got it down pack so we can live through it with no love, no heart, not a glimpse of it
Rules covet the religion, hold it intimate
Thinking we live life but we hinder it, It's ironic the way we cling to it
Hold the Fountain of Youth but we never sip from it
Lifestyles of the young and the ignorant
Insolent
Why do we think we're so high
Inconsiderate
We're sitting on Jesus' shoulders the whole time
Neither me, myself or I
Can't help them
Fact I won't survive
It's been held back
By the Hand of God
Where He sits at
Throne is made alive
Throne was gave for my King to hang and die, things we claim and buy people say that I, lost my brain but I've
Found my heart in God, grab my cross and I Hang myself to my flesh to stay alive
Blood to stain my eyes, crimson tide
Fabric held by the stitches tied by the word of the God
With His hands reaching side to side
Eyes on the King, but I'm feelin' so low I'm with the King, feelin' like I'm riding solo
Fire rain on my head warm my cold soul
Crucify the flesh, I love You to death Stigmata
Would die for my King feeling like I won't go Fly on His wings feel like I can't float
Fire rain on my head warm my cold soul
Crucify the flesh, He loves you to death Stigmata
Eyes on the King, but I'm feelin' so low I'm with the King, feel like I'm riding solo Fire rain on my head warm my cold soul
Crucify the flesh, I love you to death
Stigmata
Would die for my King feeling like I won't go
Fly on His wings feel like I can't float
Fire rain on my head warm my cold soul
Crucify the flesh, He loves you to death
Stigmata
Lord I can see the scars in my hand
Reminder that I'm only a man
Yeah
Lord I can see the scars on Your hand
Reminder that the pain is a part of the plan
I'm crying oh no
I can barely fight it in my own soul
At times I want to climb into my old robes
Embrace the evil ways that I've been known for
That You atoned for
And I know what You see in me
You see the truth, You see the me in me
You see enough to believe in me You see Your Son but Is He in me Is He in me