This lovely woman is Tamara Lowe speaking at Christ Fellowship. She brilliantly caught everyone's attention by stitching all those popular shows and media personalities and putting it in a rhyme and then ended with a powerful message. Don't miss that message!
To be a Survivor in this Amazing Race with a Need for Speed, you need God's grace. And if you're Desperate like Housewives watching Days of our Lives, you can't cope without hope and that's not on a soap.
If you're looking to Oprah or Dr. Phil, you can shop non-stop or pop a pill but the void won't fill and the pain won't heal 'til you love the One that hung on a hill.
Kick 'em back in your La-Z-Boy Easy Chair watching Who Want's To Be A Millionaire. Nah! You're not gonna find it there. No American Idol or Council Tribal has the final answer that will satisfy you. CSI aint got a clue. SVU don't know what to do. Not the ER, the OC, nothing on a CD, TV, DVD, or MP3 can save you and me. CNN's got no Good News. Here's the headline, "YOU MUST CHOOSE."
It's not a simple life Paris Hilton. It's treading on thin ice living in sin. You can be an Apprentice for Donald Trump or eat Fear Factor fast food from a dump. You can be a Heavy Hitter or Wheel of Fortune winner, a Fox News no-spin spinner or flat out sinner, but you better check this life that you're livin' and make sure your sins are forgiven.
I bet you 50 Cents: Elvis done, came and went. And eventually every Black-Eyed Pea, Gwen Stefani, P-Diddy and Britney, every wanna-be on MTV with their Icy Bling, every Dixie Chick that sings, they all gonna see the King of Kings. I don't care if you're J Lo, Leno, or Bono. One thing you gotta know, someday you're gonna die bro. Then where are you gonna go?
Hey, I'm not talking some punk junk that is irrelevant like your Grandma's church from way back when. It's not some preacher feature on TBN that you need to be liking or listening. The real Superstar is Jesus Christ. He's the Way, He's the Truth, and the Life. One day he's going to split the sky. He is the Brightest Light and the Highest High.
And so, what I came to say and what I'm telling you is don't buy that stupid stuff they be selling you. It's all designed to fill your head and waste your space until you're dead. Here's the bottom line in my rhyme -- Give your life to God while there is still time.
If you're looking to Oprah or Dr. Phil, you can shop non-stop or pop a pill but the void won't fill and the pain won't heal 'til you love the One that hung on a hill.
Kick 'em back in your La-Z-Boy Easy Chair watching Who Want's To Be A Millionaire. Nah! You're not gonna find it there. No American Idol or Council Tribal has the final answer that will satisfy you. CSI aint got a clue. SVU don't know what to do. Not the ER, the OC, nothing on a CD, TV, DVD, or MP3 can save you and me. CNN's got no Good News. Here's the headline, "YOU MUST CHOOSE."
It's not a simple life Paris Hilton. It's treading on thin ice living in sin. You can be an Apprentice for Donald Trump or eat Fear Factor fast food from a dump. You can be a Heavy Hitter or Wheel of Fortune winner, a Fox News no-spin spinner or flat out sinner, but you better check this life that you're livin' and make sure your sins are forgiven.
I bet you 50 Cents: Elvis done, came and went. And eventually every Black-Eyed Pea, Gwen Stefani, P-Diddy and Britney, every wanna-be on MTV with their Icy Bling, every Dixie Chick that sings, they all gonna see the King of Kings. I don't care if you're J Lo, Leno, or Bono. One thing you gotta know, someday you're gonna die bro. Then where are you gonna go?
Hey, I'm not talking some punk junk that is irrelevant like your Grandma's church from way back when. It's not some preacher feature on TBN that you need to be liking or listening. The real Superstar is Jesus Christ. He's the Way, He's the Truth, and the Life. One day he's going to split the sky. He is the Brightest Light and the Highest High.
And so, what I came to say and what I'm telling you is don't buy that stupid stuff they be selling you. It's all designed to fill your head and waste your space until you're dead. Here's the bottom line in my rhyme -- Give your life to God while there is still time.
I have memorized this and will be rapping it in prison, music night for ministry! I got inspired to do this as this lovely lady is (not old), but not young and either am I. It doesn't come across like you are trying to act like a teenager it comes across like your a mom who cares!
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