Where the wolfs

I’m walkin’ through the valley, shadows draggin’ on me

Waitin’ on Your voice, hopin’ Heaven finna call me

High above the planes, got a view behind Your wings

Where the sky split open and the choir starts to sing

Make me president, priest

Prophet in the streets

Crown me king in the land

While I’m bowin’ at Your feet

Leader of Your people, lead me to the King of Kings

Lord of Lords, no breeder—He the One who breathes things

Made the heifer, made the pepper

Made the dirt and made the weather

Made the heavens, made forever

Made the tether hold together

Introducer, producer of the creatures with the wings

Here’s the hat I threw—watch it drop in the ring of rings

Now I’m dancin’ with the Highest—

Lord of Lords, King of Kings

Show me to the open doorway

Glass crack, window screams

Drop me through the open floor

Let me land where mercy sings

Lead Your people to the throne

Let the hallway echo praise

If You need me, You can use me

I’m surrendered to Your ways

If there’s wolves, I’m the sheepdog

Giant standin’? Watch me sling

Need a leader? I’ll be bedrock

Take Your people to the King

Where You said You’d build it solid

Turn the truck off—press unlock

I see giants throwin’ boulders

Hear ’em stompin’ down the block

Hear them callin’ from the distance

Hear their armor when it knocks

They in pews

They in schools

Twistin’ scripture into tools

Makin’ monsters outta fools

Teachin’ lies like holy rules

You a wolf? That’s cute.

I’m the sheepdog you heard rumors ‘bout

God ain’t give me fear—

Left the doubt part out

Nerves of steel in the silence

Stainless like my white robe

Color shift—yeah, I’m chosen

Breakin’ bones with every strobe

I toss boulders

Watch ’em smolder

Flesh fades—spirit bolder

Principalities control ya

Powers try to roll ya

Rulers in the dark

Runnin’ stages, playin’ roles, uh

But this war ain’t staged

And these robes ain’t stained

If God is for me—

Tell me who could stand in range?

Every time the boy cried wolf

You shoved him on a shelf

But me and him go way back

Yeah, he trust nobody else

He spot wolves in the wheat fields

We keep track—we takin’ notes

Smell their breath beneath the wool

Hear the venom in their throats

Lies thick, cover eyes quick

Twistin’ truth into a trick

But the boy who cried wolf

And little Bo Peep

Walk the fields after dusk

Just to guard all the sheep

Make sure they safe

So the shepherds can sleep

That’s why God called me

To round the flock and keep

Point ‘em to the Shepherd

He’s runnin’ the clock

Watch for the Shepherd—

The wolf finna stalk

Gather the sheepdogs

Hold the line close

The Master’s comin’ back—

You can feel it in the ghost.