God's given you one last chance. He'll commute your sentence. Will you hit your knees and pray or will you push Jesus away?

God's giving you one last chance
To seek, to knock, to ask
Before the last and final dance
Are you equal to the task?

It ain't based on church attendance
Flagellation, pain or penance
Retribution, rage or vengeance
He offers grace if you're repentant

What will this generation do?
What'll it take to awaken you?
Will you hit your knees n pray?
Or will you push Jesus away?

You're headin' for the crossroads
Which direction ought you to go?
Make the right move, I implore you
No one else can make it for you...

God's giving you one last chance
To seek, to knock, to ask
Before the last and final dance
Are you equal to the task?

It ain't based on church attendance
Flagellation, pain or penance
Retribution, rage or vengeance
He offers grace if you're repentant

He'll commute your sentence
Offers freedom and independence
His kingdom is that tremendous
And we can bask in His presence

What will this generation do?
What'll it take to awaken you?
Will you hit your knees n pray?
Or will you push Jesus away?

I pray you'll make the right choice
Heavenly angels cry n rejoice
When a lost sheep returns to the fold
And you'll walk the streets of gold

You're headin' for the crossroads
Which direction ought you to go?
Make the right move, I implore you
No one else can make it for you...

God's giving you one last chance
To seek, to knock, to ask
Before the last and final dance
Are you equal to the task?

Hooo, hooo
God's giving you one last chance
Hooo, hooo
All you have to do is ask 

One Last Chance - Crossroads

A folk dance tune celebrating a celebratory dance before the Lord of His redeemed.

Dance of the Redeemed

David danced in the street
We'll ask, knock and seek
Lift our hands up and sing
And do the dance of the redeemed

With one accord in heaven's love
We'll store our treasure up above
We'll take the hands of the King
And do the dance of the redeemed

Things aren't always what they seem
Whether they're seen or unseen
On His word we'll learn to lean
We'll see visions,n dream dreams

David danced in the street
We'll ask, knock and seek
Lift our hands up and sing
And do the dance of the redeemed

On his plans we can lean
We can stand beneath His wings
We'll take the hands of the King
And do the dance of the redeemed

Cursed is he who hangs on a tree
His side was burst as He bleeds
He took the curse for you n me
He'll return on a white steed

David danced in the street
We'll ask, knock and seek
Lift our hands up and sing
And do the dance of the redeemed

On his plans we can lean
We can stand beneath His wings
We'll take the hands of the King
And do the dance of the redeemed

Oh death, where is thy sting
To the rugged cross I'll cling
You're my Lord and my king
And your anthem I will sing

He warned us in advance
Giving us one last chance
For our filthy rags to be cleaned
In the dance of the redeemed 

The Dance of the Redeemed

Why certain people turn to guns when they can't win the public debate.

When Bullets Speak

Extrapolating between the Charlie Kirk assassination and the movie Snake Eyes.

Dancing in Deception

Let Me Introduce You to Him

Similar names, similar dates
Similar days, similar fates
Both blown apart in plain daylight
Life imitates art, or art imitates life

Both guys shot in the neck
On the left side of the head
Blamed on the right and the radical left
Both lost their life, both tragically dead

Two fight scenes, one real, one pretend
September tragedy strikes again
Art imitates life or so we may surmise
Is this real life -- or is this Snake Eyes?

You've got to read the plot and script
And you can't quit seeing parallels
A magazine cast a spell IRL
Mag and the storm named Jezebel

Similar names, similar dates
Similar days, similar fates
Both blown apart in plain daylight
Life imitates art, or art imitates life

Both disasters took place in mid-September
Both had Kirk in their names as you'll remember
Both murders staged, covered up and censored
Although the movie paraded no transgenders

Two fight scenes, one real, one pretend
September tragedy strikes again
Art imitates life or so we may surmise
Believe everything -- but your eyes

It's probably just simple coincidence
But some of us ain't sittin' on the fence
Both blown apart in plain daylight
Life imitates art, or art imitates life

It's probably just, simple coincidence
But some of us, ain't sittin' on the fence
Art imitates life or so we may surmise
Is this real life -- or is this Snake Eyes?

Two fight scenes, one real, one pretend
September tragedy strikes again
Art imitates life or so we may surmise
Believe everything -- but your eyes

Snake Eyes

Before Caucasians laid their eyes on this land
There were many tribes of Native Americans
Some followed the bison and spied out the land
Some never survived the invading white man

Apache, Comanche, Chickasaw and Choctaw
Shawnee, Pawnee, Cherokee and Chippewa
Seminole, Cheyenne, Creek and Iroquois
Had their own chiefs, rituals n spiritual laws

Sure there'd been fights between some of the tribes
Then the white man offered them trinkets and bribes
When the railroad came, it changed their way of life
With the bison gone, how were they to survive?

[Instrumental break]

So we rounded them up without hesitation
Many died from the bug or from starvation
Traipsed through the mud to the reservation
If they didn't budge, they faced extermination

The civilized tribes tried assimilation
They lived and died in the Indian nation
The trail of tears was their forced migration
It nearly resulted in their obliteration

[Instrumental break]

We sent their kids to boarding schools
So they would learn our laws and rules
They bent and lost their customs and culture
We descended on 'em like a bunch of vultures

They'd lost their main food, the American bison
So they were approved for a gambling license
What had once been only in Vegas and Reno
They now owned their own mega-casinos

[Instrumental outro]

We rounded them up without any hesitation
Many died from the bug or from starvation
Traipsed through the mud to the reservation
If they didn't budge, they faced extermination

The civilized tribes tried assimilation
They lived and died in the Indian nation
The trail of tears was their forced migration
It nearly resulted in their obliteration

Indian Nation

Who are you when they're suin' you?
Accusin' you? Tryna ruin you?
Whatcha gonna do when they come for you?
Who ya gonna choose? The reds or the blues?

Is it fair to say, there'll be hell to pay?
They hesitate to fix the mess they made
I hate to say it but they fabricated a candidate
That can't articulate what she wants to legislate

I won't be licked or go down in defeat
They've got six ways from Sunday they can cheat
What they sow, they're bound to reap
Sleepy Joe is sound asleep!

I'm their worst nightmare
Bullets burst right in the air
But they missed me by a hair
Lifted my fist high in the air
And cried "fight, fight, fight!"

Got caught in the cross hairs
Fought lawsuits and law fare
Would've cooked my goose if I hadn't moved
Right then and there...

What might you do, if they libeled you?
Said things you knew weren't Bible truth?
Your wife's handbags they rifled through?
Tried to gag and stifle you?

Would you call the law or see the sheriff?
Impose embargoes, fees or tariffs?
Carry the load alone or share it?
Or call for Amy Coney Barrett?
If they bribed you, would you take the carrot?
If they caught you, would you be embarrassed?
Would you succeed based on your own merit?
If they cheated, would you grin and bear it?

Or would you be their worst nightmare
Courage like this, is quite rare
If you fought, would you fight fair?
Or lift your fist high in the air...

And cry fight, fight, fight
The country lies in disrepair
We need to fight, if we dare
Or we'll be eatin' prison fare

I ain't the first and I sure won't be the last
Need to keep alert and stick with the facts
Sure, there's perks, but, work the math
We're on the verge of complete collapse

Now's the time, we need to be prepared
Don't be frightened, don't be scared
Just lift your fist high in the air
And cry fight, fight, fight
Cuz I'm their worst nightmare

[Instrumental]

Their Worst Nightmare

Before the day January Sixth
She liked to play politics
She was shy and so was I
I didn't know she was a spy

Fang Fang, she got me crowned
Fang Fang, she was quite endowed
Fang Fang, like to play around
Fang Fang, she left without a sound

An easy mark, an eager chap
Caught in a Chinese honey trap
Fund-raised for my campaign
They thought I was insane

Fang Fang, she slept with me
Fang Fang, re-elected me
Fang Fang, she laid me down
Fang Fang, played me for a clown

I stayed on intel anyway
Nancy wanted me to stay
Now I'm off and I know why
Why'd I try to boff a spy?

Fang Fang, liked to hang around
Wouldn't take no hand-me-downs
Fang Fang, ran out of town
Guess I was out of bounds

Now she's gone, to the naked eye
She didn't even say goodbye
She was hot and so was I
Scared off by the FBI

Fang Fang, left without a sound
Fang Fang, wonder where she's bound?
Fang Fang, did she come unwound?
Fang Fang, where can she be found?

Before the, quote, "insurrection"
She won votes for my re-election
Spied on me with no detection
I need to go to confession

Fang Fang, she got me crowned
Fang Fang, time came around
Fang Fang, FBI cracked down
Fang Fang, she left without a sound

I tried to get Trump disqualified
Looks like he's finally turned the tide
The truth is, he was in our way
All the hoopla was a power play

Fang Fang, was out of town
Her plane, it hit the ground
Fang Fang, was never found
Fang Fang, her people shot her down

Fang Fang

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