Fruit Inspection
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Fruit Inspection
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[Verse 1]
Yo it's so strange how so many folks claim
They're born again when their lives are showing no change
Listen while I'm spitting
If you go about your sinning without conviction
You should doubt your christian
The devil tricks people that they're saved
When they're sleepin in their grave still to evil they're a slave
So examine yourself
Are you in the Faith or are you just a slave to sin's glamour and wealth
'Cause you seek finer things and seem fond of sin
But please read 1 John 3: 9, 10
'Cause it's a warning dog-It shows if you're a fraud
And that this is impossible if you've been born of God
To live habitually sinful
At least hear it from Christ if you don't wanna listen to Brindle
Please understand this-Jesus demands it
Those who really love him will keep his commandments
[Chorus]
Killing Sin is not a prescription of how to be forgiven/
It's a description of the Christian who is forgiven
By trusting in the risen Christ who took our wrath and affliction/
Killing Sin is not a prescription of how to be forgiven/
But it's a description of the Christian who is forgiven/
And the Spirit now convicts them to put off and kill their sick sin
[Verse 2]
I'm a make this as basic as can be
They say a saved saint is like a tree
Since their faith is in Christ, their root's in the soil
So they're saved for life and their fruit isn't spoil
So it makes since that if the root is alive
The dead branches fall off but their fruits gonna thrive
But if there's no evidence of a changed life
Sin's a claimed price so you're still dead in sin
So, "Jesus is Lord", your lips confess
But Killing Sin is that confession's litmus test
If perhaps the truth is that you're lacking proof
With absent fruit, the axe is at the root
So, let's be specific
You say, "But God knows my heart." Yeah, He knows that it's desperately wicked
So, you can repent and accept the truth dude
Or else when you meet Christ hear, "I never knew you."
So let's start from the top-Your heart is a rock
You must trust Christ's death for your charges to drop
No repent pretenders and present your members
To Him who does contenders like fender benders
I ain't saying that I'm flawless from sin
I'm saying when I fall I go to the cross and repent
And just �cause we believe in eternal security
Don't mean we're not concerned with personal purity
'Cause those who've been elected, chosen and predestined
Won't rest till the day our souls have been perfected
So we'll work out our salvation with fear and trembling
But give God the glory knowing it's His spirit's rendering
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