O God, please grant repentance to this whole nation! Pour out Your Spirit of grace and supplication! Take away the ungodly from our midst with all their aphorisms, rally cries, and fists. Declare what is right through Your chosen men appointed to herald the truth of Christ's salvation. Bend this nation! Bend Trudeau! End this
I'm not an animal when convenient and an animal when convenient, too.
I want to write something To a world that is in the process of losing To write about the greatest gain Greater than your worries and pain I want to use a wooden brush To draw a heart on dear old death Pouring out crimson ink A sprinkle of life no final death The certainty
Up isn't down. Black isn't white. Left isn't right. But have you started thinking about how life can feel so contradictory sometimes?
The Race of Man born of the earth Proud and hardened humankind So sinful from our very birth Corrupted heart and soul and mind Abide we in our realm of sod Delight we in our frame of clay Dead in our deeds our spirits flawed Perfection came to make a way Yet there was such
Its a brave new world, the year's nineteen-eighty-four, and the Fahrenheit's higher than its ever been be-451. The news speaks daily to the "raging" pandemic, so you can all live safely in a monitored planet. The worst kind of lies are the ones that seem true, and if you question the facts, then they'll question
Idolatry and adultery are not so far from each other. Its the substitution of the Fountain of living waters for broken cisterns - absolutely useless - or your fountain of youth for mere illusions. They go hand in hand, both using images, and excite your expectations and ambitions. Once allured by the promise of gratification
With what do you make a vaccine? Babies chopped up in a can. The doctors, so wise, they "immortalize" cells that just last their life span. With what do you make a vaccine? Thimerosal (that's mercury). The doctors, so wise, cause those lazy eyes, seizures, autism, A.D.D. With what do you make a vaccine? Aluminum,
They shut the door of the kingdom, they don't even go in. Woe! They go great lengths for one convert but he will burn much worse. Woe! They make unfounded distinctions, confounding oaths of men. Woe! Strain a gnat, swallow a camel: neglecting faith, tithing dill! Woe! They clean the outer cup and dish, brim
The King's will bends men by decree and writes the laws of justice still, by His might all bend their knee and flaming angels obey His will. No man of earth contests His kingdom no puffed out chest's a threat to Him, men die as worms, fools without wisdom, but the kingdoms of the world
