Deejay essence - Stained Gla** Windows lyrics

(Matt. 9: 37-38, 21:12-13, 23:13, 1 Sam 2:11-17, Jer 5:30-31) [Verse 1] Sometimes I feel like a hypocrite, spittin' the gospel and not livin' it I got the Word and the Spirit it's not like I'm ill-equipped But sometimes my pride slips and I find my lips Quotin' the lines and scripts that makes my heart skip Then I get hit with conviction Lord I was trippin' forgive me for missin' it this time I'ma sit and listen I've made a lot of apologies for speakin' sharply When you simply wanted me to live godly I'm to quick to point the finger At all of these false teachers, rappers, pastors and gospel singer Sometimes I think my rhyme's cool But I gotta go back and change lines 'cause I'm off on somethin' doctrinal But your grace is sufficient When I'm bein' a chicken out in the streets not witnessin' I'm still forgiven It's easy to preach with a mic But I'm slow of speech like Moses when I'm toe to toe in the streets right? But I can't let it stop me The word's still gotta go forth, I just got drop the hypocrisy There's no time to stop preachin' it The world and the church are wildin' out somebody's gotta keep speakin' it So I pray that I can present it right But it starts in the heart and your the only one I know that can get it right But I'm patient the walk is still a fight So I'ma continue grippin' the mic, prayin' you help me to spit it right [Hook] It's time to do somethin' The Lord is waitin' for the saints to pray for more laborers y'all so move somethin' We all need to repent yo The world can't see God in the church through the stained gla** windows The house of prayer has become a den of thieves A circus of false worship mocked by God's enemies The Pharisee leaven is sin yo The world can't see God in the church through the stained gla** windows [Cuts] [Verse 2] It ain't a game no more Satan's puttin' in mad work with his demons yo the church is at war But while families are headed for hell Greedy hypocritical Christian keep the Word of Life to themselves The church has lost its compa**ion They no longer sit with the sinners, they're content with throwin' their cash in A bucket, “let somebody else do it, I ain't got time” Cats caught up fellowship while the worlds dyin' The front liners are few The nurses out number the soldiers a hundred and 149 to 22 We're too busy convertin' Christians Bickerin' over the gift of tongues and dispensationalism There's no love for the lost Everybody's prayin' for revival but nobody's willin' to pay the cost His watchmen are blind, dumb dogs that can't even bark The lamps lack oil, why should a revival spark? The flame wouldn't sustain We're too immature to bear children, years later only drama would remain I'm sure the Lord's about to throw up The church is lukewarm and the children of God need to grow up I can't take the name Stephen And sit silent while the name of God is blasphemed among the heathen They take Him for a joke because we present him that way The salvation of the ma**es is at stake [Hook] [Cuts]