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You can easily identify false Christians by their questionable speech and action. They are like wolves among sheep and weeds growing together with wheat. And they are full of inordinate pride, self-righteousness and hypocrisy.
There wass in that this was, in for devil in a merit war, in for my own. But that you ask in me that this could wait in me in if in what was gone back in time.
Sitting outisde watching the leaves change colors I contemplate and think about my righteous Savior How He has always been present ready to guide me
Come here, and lend your ear. For there is a word That you really must hear. If not, life would be unassured. So listen, please, I ask a favor.
Darkness has nothing to do with light Weakness has something to do with might Though they are two opposite Near each other they sit What I do is a choice and also a mighty voice.
He rests encaged his heart entangled as the Little Red Raven has done. The school children shout, they jeer, and laugh, as they say: Aye! It’s you who got pecked by the Little Red Raven
From failure to oppurtunity, Striving for perfection. But there's no such thing. Ready to give up; at my breaking point. But down on my knees I go. God, I'm crying out to you now. I surrender.
Why is it that our Bibles are covered with highlights, notes, and dust, but our minds are filled hatred, lies, and lust? How is it that the churches are full on Sundays, but no one wants to pray on Monday?
-I walk into the restaurant tightly holding onto my Father's hand. All around, I see other guys.
-It was all fun and games.
The Battle of Today
It' ok to cry you learn to smile a little harder
The Child of Darkness The Child of The Night Searching though Darkness Searching through The Night Hunting for Brightness
Love is not cantankerous, nor aloofness It is not easily provoked nor angered Love is not pugnacious, nor stubbornness It is not self-seeking, nor self-centered
they say I'm a loser, i say I'm anomalistic. optimistic, perhaps wise to the things of the spirit. cannibalistic maybe, i eat the flesh of my savior. but man does not live by bread alone,
Practicing our prayers Making our lives look great Making sure we didn’t sin So there would be nothing on to debate coming on service on time almost never been late trying to smile to each other
The golden streets of heaven above, all I've ever known is love, from a Father who poured out his life for me. Because of this I am truly free. My mother and father taught me to cry for salvation as my lullaby.
Lets rip into hypocrisy I dont mean The Bible it's perfect I mean our hypocrisy Explain to me how you see vision of Poles, strippers strip strip for you And money falling from the trees