Friday, March 07, 2008

Beckah Shae

I really love her lyrics in the song "No, No." I don't have all of them yet, but here's what I do have:

CHRIST GAVE ME AUTHORITY
SO I CAN DO ANYTHING
WITH THE STRENGTH HE GIVES ME, OH

No, no I won't stop till He's done with me
And nothing ever could've would've made me be
Ashamed or ever stop believing
SO WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?

No, no I refuse to be discouraged
I'm gonna keep on hanging on with courage
The battle's not mine, it's already been won
So, I'm gonna keep on giving till my time's done

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Blogger Beckah Shae said...

I know that I could never be everything
you expect me to be, cause I’m only human
And your eyes and mind are too, you may say
that I’m actin a lil too silly, giggling too much,
But let me tell you my joy
is just a result of the Holy Spirits touch,
and some may say, my styles a bit too crazy
or maybe not good enough,
but that don’t phase me,
cause I know who made me
and Christ gave me authority, so I can do
anything with the strength He gives me oh.

No, No I won’t stop till He’s done with me
And nothing ever could or would ever make me be,
ashamed or ever stop believing
(so what are you thinking)
No, No I refuse to be discouraged,
I’m gonna keep on hanging on with courage
The battles not mine it’s already been won,
so I’m gonna keep on giving till my time is done

I love to lift my hands high,
and praise Him with everything I got
It’s the least that I could do, for this short time, cause He’s coming soon
You may even see me, fallin down to my knees, crying out Oh God
It’s my place of Grace where I thank Him.
And you may think my praise is a bit too crazy,
or a little too overdone
But that don’t phase me,
cause I know who made me
And it really doesn’t matter to me,
what the world thinks.
Unless I’m a blessin
cause I’m gonna keep professing Oh


(Andale) I’m blessed to say that all my stressful days were yesterday, cause just today I chose to let my record play Mrs. BECKAH SHAE, somehow all the static had automatically changed me from a cat that was happy to one more dramatically angry, plainly I’m still standing hands vertical, eyes closed, still scribbling lyrics with the urge to reach lost souls, cause I was a lost soul, deliver me heavenly father I pray that verbal biography, listen and follow me, cloudy skies sort of symbolized the feeling inside of me, cup overflowed with drama till it spilled in my diary, so I can understand why people cry when they thank God, don’t be discouraged put your hand down someone has the same cards.

4:59 PM  

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