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"Apologetics is answering the questions raised by our lives."

In case you haven't heard, Hip-Hop and theology are now officially married! I didn't see it coming, but here it is...and the theologians are incredible artists...or better, warrior poets.

This is Tedashii...the song is MAKE WAR, and the preacher at the beginning is John Piper. I encourage you to check out Tedashii, Lecrae, and my facebook friend, Princeton...all theologians who know how to rhyme.

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We are told to preach the Gospel to ourselves every day...and we should. We are also told to take every thought captive to the obedience of Christ...and we should. The problem is that we aren't often sure how to do those things. A friend of mine (Mike Sears) sent me this video and I think it's a great example of both.

I am tangled up in contradiction.
I am strangled by my own two hands.
I am hunted by the hounds of addiction.
Hosanna!

I have lied to everyone who trusts me.
I have tried to fall when I could stand.
I have only loved the ones who loves me.
Hosanna!

O Hosanna!
See the long awaited king come to set his people free.
We cry - O Hosanna!
Come and tear the temple down.
Raise it up on holy ground. Hosanna!

I have struggled to remove this raiment,
tried to hide every shimmering strand.
I contend with these ghosts and these hosts of bright angels.
Hosanna!

I have cursed the man that you have made me,
as I have nursed the beast that bays for my blood.
Oh, I have run from the one who would save me.
Save me, Hosanna!

You have crushed beneath your heel the vile serpent.
You have carried to the grave the black stain.
You have torn apart the temple’s holy curtain.
You have beaten Death at Death’s own game.
Hosanna!

O Hosanna!
Hail the long awaited king,
come to set his people free.
We cry – O Hosanna!
Won’t you tear this temple down,
raise it up on holy ground?
O Hosanna!
I will lift my voice and sing:
you have come and washed me clean. Hosanna.

- Andrew Peterson

HT: Kingdom People

Listen to the logic behind the lyrics: Hosanna

In Evil Long I Took Delight

In evil long I took delight,
Unawed by shame or fear,
Till a new object struck my sight,
And stopped my wild career.

I saw One hanging on a tree,
In agonies and blood,
Who fixed His languid eyes on me,
As near His cross I stood.

Sure, never till my latest breath,
Can I forget that look;
It seemed to charge me with His death,
Though not a word He spoke.

My conscience felt and owned the guilt,
And plunged me in despair,
I saw my sins His blood had spilt,
And helped to nail Him there.

Alas, I knew not what I did,
But now my tears are vain;
Where shall my trembling soul be hid?
For I the Lord have slain.

A second look He gave, which said,
“I freely all forgive;
This blood is for thy ransom paid;
I die that thou mayst live.”

Thus, while His death my sin displays
In all its blackest hue,
Such is the mystery of grace,
It seals my pardon too.

With pleasing grief and mournful joy,
My spirit is now filled;
That I should such a life destroy,
Yet live by him I killed.

~ John Newton

HT: Kingdom People