Not My Own

That’s cuz I’m on mission, but not my own mission!
That’s cuz I’m on mission, but not my own mission!
That’s cuz I’m on mission, but not my own mission!
That’s cuz I’m on mission, but not my own mission!
We see the mission beginning in Genesis 3
Adam and Eve eat from the tree and God comes down to get with His peeps
Possibly even bodily walkin in the Garden, the pre-incarnate Christ extending
God’s pardon
Scholars call it the Protoevangelion, God givin the Gospel and Man’s first
rebellion
Audibly in His talk about an offspring, I would argue it’s also visual in His
offering
Through an innocent beast He brought peace, providing a better offering for
their bodies than fig leaves
The implications are deep, but don’t sleep, the model is set to follow,
repeat the technique
So the mission is God’s and not ours, it’s also part of His steez we serve a
missional God
The sent One who sends sons and daughters to represent the Son who was slain
and will slaughter
Steve’s right, the Levite, he spoke it well
What more could I say, what could your boy hope to tell?
Well, guess we could go back a little further and provide some background data
that you probably never heard of (go ahead)
Word up, back before the beginning
Before the war with Satan brought the Lord’s sentencing
Creation waited with bated breath for God to breathe Word
Eternity would pass before «Let there be» could be heard
As that timeless time passed by, in the mind of the Most High flashes of ideas
shined (like what?)
Let’s slay a man, Let’s save a man, then make a man who needs the Lamb
Then send the Lamb down through the man’s family line (brilliant!)
That was the illest decision and the basis for gracing us with the realest
Commission
If you’re with the mission, tell Him yes or no
But let your «yeas» be «yea,» baby, ready set go!
Listen
Our mission as Christians is to stay soul-fishing, faithful to the Great
Commission
Not open eyelids, flabbergast, that’s a task for God cuz sinful hearts has its
gas like hybrids
Being missionary-minded we’re blinded, it’s by grace we can’t state «Look at what I did!»
That’s with pun intent- we preach fear of the punishment
The sheep cannot hear unless one is sent
The Word that none applaud- perfect Son of God
Came here to make His voice heard like a monologue
Three nails held Him high to tell us why that hammerin had Him stammerin
tetelestai
Finished work we ain’t sellin lies, tellin guys
Three days later it well applies this Fella rised
We make it clear like boisterous hollerin
Call Him and His sheep hear His voice and are followin'
That’s cuz I’m on mission, but not my own mission!
That’s cuz I’m on mission, but not my own mission!
That’s cuz I’m on mission, but not my own mission!
That’s cuz I’m on mission, but not my own mission!