On duty

On duty Lyrics

Hook 2X

We (are) on duty—we (are) on them same old blocks

Different but look the same like plain clothes cops

On duty—yeah, we (are) some plain old pots

But you can find a treasure in us where the rainbow stops



Verse 1

We thank God for the faith of the elders

That came up in the time of Martin Luther the King and the great Elvis

They ain't shelf us—held us up on their shoulders

Told us how to live godly—so all the people that trail us



Can truly testify that before God rested our eyes

We invested our lives—so for the rest our lives

It's gonna look like we (are) dressed in disguise

But the treasure's inside



And it's a pot of gold

Most of our peers think that God is old—just the man upstairs

Partly because we keep our God on the low

So they can't see how our God is involved in our human affairs



Yeah—yeah but since we're the saints

We gotta to be mindful of the picture we paint

So every picture they take

They get snapshots of Holy Spirit filled Christians that got victory—ain't



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Verse 2

We thank God for the faith of the older

Saints that have showed us the ropes—holding us close to shape and mold us

They ain't despise, refined us looking for ways to remind us

Of the mind of God—so now when we look behind us



It's an army of saints

Young dudes broadcasting their faith—I'm forecasting by faith

'Cause I'd like to see more of the people of God like the Latter Day Saints

Black tie, trench coat and a tag with their names



Or, the JWs, at the door before the Saturday games

Listen—you can't miss 'em—you know 'em

Probably diss ‘em—you blow 'em off in a second

They show us up with a presence that's public



They ain't impressed with the public

And I ain't trying to give them more credit than what they deserve

But, even if what they believe is wrong

They got a faith that you can reach with your arm—we're being called



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We (are) on duty—which simply means to be on call

To be alert, to be watchful, to be on guard

We (are) on duty—that's why we walk through the mall

With our spiritual sensitivities up to par



We (are) on duty—from the block to the walls

Of the barbershop where the talk is not godly at all

We (are) on duty—it's not Christian at all

So we duck every time the wicked try to pitch us the ball



They can't catch us involved—'cause you know you're a shade

From the pencil in the picture that's drawn

Of His character, if you care about the picture at all

With each photo, we show the world depictions of God



In every context they find us—catch us involved

Being normal, being cordial—stitching the raw

Materials of faith and our culture when Christians resolve

That spreading the fame of Christ is our mission of course