I was made to worship and adore you—enjoy you

Put you on a pedestal and lay there before you

The more you do work in me the more I can't ignore you

I've been in awe

Every since my inner man first saw you

Got so many names

We can't run out of things to call you

They're all true

These are what we ought to use to draw you

'Cause any picture of the immortal is skimpy

Even classic pictures by Leonardo DaVinci

'Cause you're the wise God

Immortal and invisible

And Jesus Christ is your only accurate visual

Every one should honor you just for your common grace

Good comes from you God

It's like wine and grapes

You're omnipresent

You protrude beyond time and space

You're holy

You're set apart like mom's china plates

You're showy

You got shekinah

And you shine your grace

You're an oldie

You go back like rewinding tapes


[Hook]

We worship you {*3X*}

Oh Lord our God


If not for you we would have been lost

Sin's boss

Until the day we met you at the cross with the Timbs off

Told all my friends paying for sins was not a slim cost

God had to become a man and go out on a limb for us

We need the blood that your Son shedded

Nobody else's works

It's like using diesel when you need unleaded

Good deeds won't stand like a man that's one legged

We don't have enough

Like trying to graduate with one credit

Jesus—the Father was pleased to crush ya

Now we got a crush and want to be with you like girls wanna be with Usher

Some have to see to believe they need to touch ya

You bless those who believe without seeing we need to trust ya

You brought us through

But in the process you caught a few

Blows to the hands, feet, and the side

Your beard they tore that too

Fake gods fall short of you

That's why we find ourselves pantin' like the deer from Psalm 42


[Hook]


Hip-Hop—ain't used to this they bug off this maturity

We get our cue from the angels

They're covered up from your purity

You're beautiful, immutable Lord you don't change

It's undisputable you're true

Forever more you're the same

You reign

All hail to the King—people let the praise drop

Come and meet a God who chose a Bride from the slave block

There's evidence of your power and worth

I scour the earth and beyond I see powerful work

We look up to see what you hooked up and we see stars

With the right lens we can look up and we see Mars

We look around on the ground and we see cars

And the ones you crowned and gave breath like CPR

That's more than enough

Not to worship would be robbery

Hip-Hop knows how to worship

Look at how they worship property

There's got to be some elect in the crowd

Come to Christ

Let's get set to worship Him now