JMAC Rap

If you thought the rap song by Shai Linne is good (see previous post), then check this one out! This video is way too funny!

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Atonement Q&A

This is Shai Linne and this song is BAD! Theologically deep and written like a pocket guide to Protestant Orthodox theology. What I especially appreciate about Shai Linne is that he does not see music as replacing the importance of preaching. That is saying a lot because his lyrics are a lot more theologically rich than some sermons we hear today. I truly hope that more songs like this will be released in the near and distant future, regardless of the musical genre. I also hope that more theologically apt musicians like Shai Linne will write worship songs. Yes, this is worship!

Listen to his interview with Pastor Mark Dever from IX Marks here.

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Your Strength is Small

"If you faint in the day of adversity, your strength is small."

-Proverbs 24:10

"That may be an uncomfortable thought, but it needs saying. Anyone can bulldoze ahead when the course is downhill. And of course, our strength often really is small. How often Christians discover, with Paul, that God's strength is perfected in our weakness (2 Cor. 12:1-10)" (D.A. Carson, For the Love of God, Vol2, April 6).

Is this not why we are in constant need of hearing the Word preached, the ordinances administered, believers strengthening one another (Pro 27:17), and our knees on the floor with our hearts attuned to God and souls crying out to Him?

The Power Of The Cross

Oh, to see the dawn
Of the darkest day:
Christ on the road to Calvary.
Tried by sinful men,
Torn and beaten, then
Nailed to a cross of wood.

Chorus:
This, the pow’r of the cross:
Christ became sin for us;
Took the blame, bore the wrath—
We stand forgiven at the cross.

Oh, to see the pain
Written on Your face,
Bearing the awesome weight of sin.
Ev’ry bitter thought,
Ev’ry evil deed
Crowning Your bloodstained brow.

Now the daylight flees;
Now the ground beneath
Quakes as its Maker bows His head.
Curtain torn in two,
Dead are raised to life;
“Finished!” the vict’ry cry.

Oh, to see my name
Written in the wounds,
For through Your suffering I am free.
Death is crushed to death;
Life is mine to live,
Won through Your selfless love.

Final Chorus:
This, the pow’r of the cross:
Son of God—slain for us.
What a love! What a cost!
We stand forgiven at the cross.

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