Whatcha Gonna Do With the Son of Man?

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Standing at the door with my head hung low,
Beaten by the evil that we all should know,
I clench a bloody fist as I lift to knock,
I’m soaked and wet as the raindrops mock.

Drip, drip, drip…
Of the deep chasm, narcissism, leading to the feet of legalism;
The realism of hedonism, pointing to false idealism,
Welcome to the black hole of the holy schism.
Welcome to the black hole of the holy schism.

I turn to walk away ‘cause I’m not ready yet,
I can’t introduce myself, we’ve already met,
But He promised me to always stand by my side,
I gave it all away now when I took that ride.

Drip, drip, drip…
Of the nation in jubilation, machination, and obligation,
The new foundation of transformation, saturation- generation,
Doors swing open, welcome to your new nation.
Doors swing open, welcome to your new nation.

I looked to the sky with a fire in my eye,
Hoping lightning strikes as a sign I can’t deny,
The Spirit rushed inside me as we began to fly,
And He wrecked me as He told me His reply:

Whatcha gonna do with the Son of Man?
Whatcha gonna do with the Son of Man?
I said, Whatcha gonna do with the Son of Man?
Knock on the door and let Me share My plan. (Repeat)

Jimmy just left them all, he could take no more;
He knew the little nick in life turned into a sore,
Insanity pushed past his limit, now he must get jacked,
He thought not having enough was what he lacked.

Drip, drip, drip…
How pathetic and frenetic to avoid the sympathetic,
The eclectic and kinetic claiming it’s simplistic,
He has built with pride, the portrait of a lunatic.
He has built with pride, the portrait of a lunatic.

A song he once sang began playing in his head,
He once knew the words before they left him for dead,
Now the lyric haunts but it’s buried too deep,
If he can’t remember it, then he’ll never sleep.

Drip, drip, drip…
Now he’s falling and calling to those condescending,
Hear the accusing and crusading of those rearranging.
Welcome to the new cult of smiling and abandoning.
Welcome to the new cult of smiling and abandoning.

Jimmy knows in his soul he is just an addict,
But the song in his head just kicked and kicked,
Tears began to come as his heart got pricked,
How the song would end, he could not predict:

Whatcha gonna do with the Son of Man?
Whatcha gonna do with the Son of Man?
I said, whatcha gonna do with the Son of Man?
Stand on the Rock, when ya tired of the sand.(Repeat)

Susan walks through the classroom, she’s got it all figured out,
Confident in thinking straight, no need to shout,
Quietly she ascertains what life’s all about,
But she has a suspicion, maybe she has some doubt.

Drip, drip, drip…
There’s no biology or psychology that deserves an apology,
No room for the methodology of theology and eschatology,
Save the planet save your soul through disciplined ecology,
Save the planet save your soul through disciplined ecology.

She listens to the learned ones with a spark in her eye,
Proud of the scientific proof that one can’t deny,
Running from philosophy that causes them to fly,
But honestly in the deepest place, she feels so dry.

Drip, drip, drip…
The chant to be kind, resigned, and never get behind,
Please enter the grind to find the perfect mind,
Looking to the sign of proof, we all go blind,
Looking to the sign of proof, we all go blind.

Susan begins to wonder what happened to love,
Maybe it would be better if it came from above,
Something far away and yet right here begins to shove,
And the Holy Spirit lands on her shoulder like a pure white dove:

Whatcha gonna do with the Son of Man?
Whatcha gonna do with the Son of Man?
I said, whatcha gonna do with the Son of Man?
The answer to the question is “Yes He Can.” (Repeat)

We all need to discover the undercover lover of sister and brother,
The forever sever of hate toward another;
Enough of the intolerance, violence, created by the invisible fence,
Rooted ignorance with no defense, for sequence of recompense;
Let’s get past the confusion of institution, the awful substitution,
The pull of desperation pushes us to ask with no hesitation:

Whatcha gonna do with the Son of Man?
Whatcha gonna do with the Son of Man?
I said, whatcha gonna do with the Son of Man?
We don’t want to be the ones that turned and ran. (Repeat)

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One thought on “Whatcha Gonna Do With the Son of Man?

  1. WOW, Shelby – that’s powerful. A Christian singer needs to get ahold of this for a rap song!!!!!!

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