Post your favorite Lyrics here

[Ben Linus]

In Christ Alone is my favorite hymn ! Great choice, doc.

[Reivan]

Toby Mac: The Slam

Gods in the spot you can like it or not
So rip the knob off the volume when you give this a shot
And raise your hands as the slam starts to thicken the plot
Openin eyes to the lies of the enemies lot
So run like the wind from the sin of your past
Keep your eyes on the prize when they put you on blast
Its the Christ on the cross, its humanitys shot
Its a worldwide call to everything that were not

This is the slam, this is the one
This is the slam, this is the one

This is the slam, this is the one
We gonna do it like it aint been done before
This is the slam, this is the one
We gonna bring it like it aint been brung
This is the slam, this is the one
We gonna do it like it aint been done before
This is the slam this is the one
We gonna spring you like you aint been sprung

They came from the cities and towns all around
To see the longhaired preacher from the desert get down
Waist high in water, never short on words, he said
Repent, the kingdom of heaven can be yours
But he stopped in the middle of his words and dropped
Down to his knees and said, behold the Lamb of God
Hes the one, the slam, dont you people understand?
Youre staring at the son, Gods reaching out his hand

The father slammed it like Shaq
For Latinos and Blacks
Packin them straps
And Caucasians hooked on Ecstasy and the crack
Stacked the sins of this world to his body
And conquered evil and hell
Then snatched the keys of death in one breath and unlocked the cell
He rose on the third
Im tellin you partner, its actual fact
Just like TOBYMAC and Boney Soprano up on this track
We slam dunkin and keep it jumpin like jumper cables
And keep the crowd rowdy like Jesus tossin them temple tables

[BrokenButBeautiful]

Imagine the silence racing the timeless
Holding defences
Guiding the blind to exit the lights

You're following this
But we have to push it comes from the ocean
To follow the darkness
Suffer the most and surface the motion
Now do you understand

We are sailing past your lies
Moving right across your eyes
We are sailing past your lies

This is the true direction, This is where we set sail
The secret's coming out. No use in your resistance
This is the way back home
We are the lost then found

We are the ones called jaded and young
But we have direction
Shadows have come and in them we run
A quiet infection
It started with this the place of the fearless
Taking the dark
And we know the blood that spills like a flood
Now do you understand?

Imagine the silence racing the timeless
We are the ones called
Holding defences
Guiding the blind to exit the lights
Your shadows have come
Following this
But we have the push it comes from the ocean
Started with this
To follow the darkness
Suffer the most and surface the motion
Now do you understand?

We are sailing past your lies
Moving across your eyes

Yes, I'm obsessed with Falling Up. Something wrong with that?


BBB

[Ingress Neverwhere]

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy.

With a load of iron ore - 26,000 tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty
That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
When the gales of November came early

The ship was the pride of the American side
Coming back from some mill in Wisconson
As the big freighters go it was bigger than most
With a crew and the Captain well seasoned.

Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
When they left fully loaded for Cleveland
And later that night when the ships bell rang
Could it be the North Wind they'd been feeling.

The wind in the wires made a tattletale sound
And a wave broke over the railing
And every man knew, as the Captain did, too,
T'was the witch of November come stealing.

The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
When the gales of November came slashing
When afternoon came it was freezing rain
In the face of a hurricane West Wind

When supper time came the old cook came on deck
Saying fellows it's too rough to feed ya
At 7PM a main hatchway caved in
He said fellas it's been good to know ya.

The Captain wired in he had water coming in
And the good ship and crew was in peril
And later that night when his lights went out of sight
Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.

Does anyone know where the love of God goes
When the waves turn the minutes to hours
The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
If they'd fifteen more miles behind her.

They might have split up or they might have capsized
They may have broke deep and took water
And all that remains is the faces and the names
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters.

Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
In the rooms of her ice water mansion
Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams,
The islands and bays are for sportsmen.

And farther below Lake Ontario
Takes in what Lake Erie can send her
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
With the gales of November remembered.

In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed
In the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral
The church bell chimed, 'til it rang 29 times
For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
Superior, they say, never gives up her dead
When the gales of November come early.

-Kim