DA' T.R.U.T.H. - That Great Day [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Take my riches - take my fame
Take the microphone - take the stage
Take my glory - take my name
Take, take, take, take, take it away

Suffer now - later we'll reign
And that applies to the saints that went against the grain
Life is hard but amidst the pain
You know the saints fight hard, we anticipate

That great day
When God applauds there'll be no remorse and no shame
Everything you thought you lost, you'll regain
And you'll get rewards because you behaved

Let me make it plain
All of the faithful saints will get paid
To prove your commitment to God is not vain
Then we'll get to enter the joy of our King

When I see His face
Not worried bout the things He'll say
I'll get my reward

I know I kept the faith
And now I see the Christ my King
And He is my reward

No, no, no this ain't home
Keep your platinum, keep your gold
Keep your black card and your Patron
None of that matters when I'm gone