The G.O.S.P.E.L.

It’s the full story of life crushed into 4 minutes.
The entirety of humanity in the palm of your hand and crushed into one sentence.
Listen. It’s intense, right?
God. Our. Sins. Paying. Everyone. Life.
The greatest story ever told that’s hardly ever told.
God. Yes, God.
The Maker and Giver of life, and by life I mean any and all matter and substance.
Seen and unseen, what can’t and can be touched:
Thoughts, image, emotions, love, atoms, and oceans.

God: all of it His handiwork. One of which, His masterpiece.
Made so uniquely that angels looked curiously.
The one thing in creation that was made with his imagery.
A concept so cold it’s the reason I stay bold.
How God breathed into man and he became a living soul
Formed with the intent of being infinitely, intimately fond
Creator and creation held in eternal bond.
And it was place in perfect paradise ‘til something went wrong.
The species got deceived and started lustin’ for His job
An odd list of complaints as if the system ain’t workin’
And used that same breath he graciously gave us to curse him.
And that sin seed spread throughout our souls’ genome.
And by nature, your nature, your species, you participated in the mutiny.

Our. Yes, our sins. It’s nature inherited. Blackened the human heart
It was over before it started.
Deceived from day one and led away by our own lusts.
There’s not a religion in the world that doesn’t agree that something’s wrong with us.
The question is, what is it? And how do we fix it?
Are we eternally separated from a God that may or may not have existed?
But that’s another subject. Let’s keep grindin’.
Besides, trying to prove God is like defending a lion, homie.
It don’t need your help. Just unlock the cage.
Let’s move on, on how our debt can be paid.

Short and sweet: the problem is sin. Yes, sin.
It’s a cancer, an asthma, choking out our life for us,
Forcing separation from a perfect and holy God
And the only way to get back is to get back to perfection.
But silly us, trying to pass the course of life without referring to a syllabus.

This is us: heap up your good deeds. Chant, pray, meditate.
Well all of that, of course, is spraying cologne on a corpse.
Or you could choose to ignore it, as if something don’t stink.
It’s like stepping in dog poop and refusing to wipe your shoe,
But all of that ends with, how good is good enough?
Take your silly list of good deeds and line them up against perfection.
Good luck. That’s like past your pay grade.
The cost of your soul—you ain’t got a big enough piggy bank.
But you could give it a shot! But I suggest you throw away the list
‘Cause even your good acts are an extension of your selfishness.

But here’s where it gets interesting. I hope you’re closely listening.
Please don’t get it twisted; it’s what makes our faith unique.
Here’s what God says is Part A of the gospel.
You can’t fix yourself. Quit trying. It’s impossible.
Sin brings death. Give God his breath back. You owe Him.
Eternally separated, and the only way to fix it is someone die in your place.
And that someone gotta be perfect or the payment ain’t permanent.
So if and when you find a perfect person, get him or her to willingly trade their perfection
For your sin and death in.
Clearly since the only one that can meet God’s criteria is God,
God sent Himself as Jesus to pay the cost for us.

His righteousness, His death, functions as payment.
Yes, payment. Wrote a check with his life
But at the resurrection we all cheered because that means the check cleared.
Pierced feet, pierced hands, blood-stained Son of Man.
Fullness, forgiveness, free passage into the Promised Land.
That same breath that God breathed into us, God gave up to redeem us.

And anyone and everyone, and by everyone, I mean everyone
who puts their faith and trust in Him and Him alone
Can stand in full confidence of God’s forgiveness.
And here’s what the promise is:
That you are guaranteed full access to return to perfect unity
by simply believing in Christ and Christ alone.

You are receiving life. Yes, life.

This is the gospel.
God. Our. Sins. Paying. Everyone. Life.
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