Ex Nihilo (feat. Andy Mineo)

[Andy Mineo]

Who would have thought I'd step inside this train station

Then get hit with some inspiration

It's amazing

The most beautiful pieces of art come from the ugliest situations

So I praise Him, rejoicing in my suffering

Cause I know He's got a masterpiece in the making

And I ain't scared of death, nor Satan

Cause I know Whose hand that my name is engraved in

This right here is a proper statement

I am not the artist, I'm the canvas that He's painting

Like I remember last year being homeless

Sleepin' on the air mattress, but on the phone with

Three record labels, who to go with?

I know that you like to fix things with them tools that are broken

So when them dark nights hit his soul

I know enough to know to trust You with what I don't

[Christon Gray]

Bad days, I suppose

Too much for me to remember

Let me back up, I'm too close

Now I can see the whole picture

You make something out of nothing, nothing

You make something out of nothing, nothing

[Andy Mineo]

Sittin' back meditating on creation

Thinkin' how You made everything out of nothing

With a statement, You sustain it

Let there be, and there is, my brain can't contain this

That's why the fame and the claim is so dangerous

It'll make a heart sing that my name is the greatest

So, Josh, Rich, Ray, Alex, Dave

Call me to repentance if I ever go astray

If that money ever get in the way, then I'll burn it

The price for my soul is something I couldn't pay

Sometimes I read them articles believin' what they say

Sweatin' my own press, God is so unimpressed

Nah, I'm a mess, made out of dust

To return to it upon death, my soul rests, and yet

They makin' heroes out of the ones who been rescued

Who cares if they remember my name if I forget You?

[Christon Gray]

Alright

Bad days, I suppose

Too much for me to remember

Let me back up, I'm too close

Now I can see the whole picture

You make something out of nothing, nothing

You make something out of nothing, nothing

Yo, here goes nothing

I'm nothing much, but He knows something, Ex Nihilo

He's next to zero

He leans on nothing and nothing I want more than to hear those trumpets

No nothing I want more than to hear those trumpets

My earlobes jumping, I feel so love sick

Lot of us got idea, s but still no substance

And a lot of times I can see it, but the mirror don't love Chris

Bad days, I suppose

Too much for me to remember

Let me back up, I'm too close

Now I can see the whole picture

You make something out of nothing, nothing

You make something out of nothing, nothing