OUT FOR DELIVERY If it ain’t from God I don’t want it It is do or die time down here in this prison Unless God comes through I can’t possibly make it Sometimes we just need Him to shine I’m just so done with this world full of death I am so baked in this oven of need Nothing but God could ever resolve this Nothing but love will be what I need If it ain’t from God I don’t want it It is do or die time down here in this prison Unless God comes through I can’t possibly make it Sometimes we just need Him to shine Take your defensiveness along with your ego and take your suave eloquence and all you think wise You do not see the that I cannot hear you You do not see me closing my eyes If it ain’t from God I don’t want it It is do or die time down here in this prison Unless God comes through I can’t possibly make it Sometimes we just need Him to shine Everything’s still now God’s mercy surrounds me All of Job’s friends retreat in the light None of their words get past my commitment to rest in God’s voice Till His holy anointing makes everything right Words © John Brusseau, 9/29, 2025