Abundantly Wrapt

When I wake up in the morning and my feet hit the floor
         I have something to do before I go out the door.
I just close my eyes and then I raise my hands
         but before I bombard Heaven with all my demands
         I have to sing my praise to the man above
He’s the one who blessed me with so much love
         that he sent his son down from way up there
         to live like mortals just to show how much he cares.
Well, his boy grew up and he lived by the book.
         He got hisself some homies and adopted the look
         of the ordinary joe in his old hometown.
If the Pharisees had cars they’d of run him down
         or done a drive-by shooting in the dead of night
         and you better believe they’d of done that right.
So they sent for Judas and they gave him some silver
         and he promised them Jesus he would deliver.
Then the Son said, “Peter, you’re gonna dis me—before the
         morning bird crows it’s one, two, three.”
But they lived in an age of the sword and the spear—when they went
         to arrest him Peter cut off someone’s ear.
Jesus healed the ear on the man that day.  Then they
         put him in chains and they hauled him away.
From Pilate to Herod to Pilate all night.  They condemned          
         a good man—it just wasn’t right.
They beat him and mocked him and hung him on a tree
         and there he died for you and for me.
But the story didn’t end on the cross that way
         for he rose from the dead on Easta Sunday.
Back in Heaven he reigns with his Dad above
         and abundantly showers us with his love.
He’s abundantly praised, I’m abundantly blessed
         so I go on out that door--you all know the rest.
I live, yes I live, like I got the most
         with the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Ghost.

Amen, Brothas and Sistas.