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No Gray




Lord I'm split in two
Part of me loves the world
And the other loves You
So what do I do
I wanna be saved
But I got to stay cool too
And no I'm not a fool
I know eventually I'm gonna have to choose
And really I don't wanna lose
My ticket into heaven
And a chance to be used by You


And if it's God that I'm after

I can't serve two masters
And before something happens
I got to turn it all around
Because I know
I can't just have my cake and eat it too
Cause it's real easy to stay on the fence and still do you
And it'd be cool if we could love the Lord and still go do our thing
But see it doesn't work like that
you'd gotta to be white or black
Oh ooohh



Lord I've realized
when it comes to sin
You just don't compromise
It's a matter of death and life
Be weak and do wrong
Or be strong and do right
And I don't wanna keep going to church
Singing about how much You're worth
And then continue doing my dirt
Living as if I didn't care if You're hurt

And if it's God that I'm after

Then I can't serve two masters
And before something happens
I gotta turn it all around
Because you know
You can't just have your cake and eat it too
Cause it's real easy to stay on the fence and still do You
And it'd be cool if we could love the Lord and still go do our thing
See it doesn't work like that
You got to be white or black



We saint's got to
Get it together
Just got to
Get it together

And if it's God we're after

We got to pick one master
And before something happens
We better turn it all around
Because you know
You can't just have your cake and eat it too
Cause it's really easy to stay on the fence and still do you
And it'd be cool if we could love the Lord and still go do our thing
See it doesn't work like that
You got to be white or black

Cause it don't work like that

You gotta pick white or black...


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