Pure Faith I stand on a mountain covered compeltely. Unable to see I stand still waiting watching, for God's degree. I don't know what is ahead but I know what I left behind: a tratious mob shouting for my decline, masked transient beings who seem true and real until you check your progress and realise they were always a part of your ordeals. So here I have come to see what I will become when I step off the edge, die to fear and live in pure faith.
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Where is Your Armor?
Where is Your Armor? You are a valiant soldier. You were chosen to complete this mission and you will with God's great vision. What you need now- is your Armor. You need the belt of truth, to brace against stealthy lies. You need the breatplate of righteousness, to live honorably and ward off sins. You need the gospel of peace, to speak truth against those who deceive. You need the shield of faith, against pesky doubts that try to inflame fear, hate and anxiety. You need the helmet of salvation, to protect your mind so on your soul sin will not dine. You need the sword of the spirit, God's words that slices through even the thickest fog of gloom and doom. Now you are equipped with all you need. With a triumphant heart you can now proceed.
Honesty
Honesty Honesty says yes she was self-serving in serving. Honesty says yes she tried to get ahead on top of your head. Honesty says yes I made many mistakes and was blinded by pride. But - she is ready to make an effort to be better do better and remain honest that she is imperfect.
Grace Untold
Grace Untold I was trapped in hell a decade now, did you not know? There, the demented fire licked at chasm wounds tore at softened bones melting like the liquid lava river I passed by. As I clawed my way out across cracked desert floors, I lost a few things but I got back my soul. From that treacherous escape to the light I had to wrestle, and defeated the demons of the night. On shredded legs I ran like a lightning bolt thanking God. One day perhaps, when I have gotten old I will find the words to write of victory won and grace untold.
The Sinner
The Sinner I am the bride In whiteI am filled with pride I cannot be touched because God loves me so much I have no sins to hide. So you use religion as a crutch But you I know by your lust, depraved mind which makes you blind to the incremental nature of your soul's decline with each monstrous tide. How dear you! With your limited view tell me about sin. There is no fault within and if so it is not for you to spin my sins back into the light. You both are wrong and rather bold, to think you can either of you speak truth when still you are tainted from within by that corrupted man that loves sin.
Vanity!
Vanity! Vanity! All is vanity! The world is a cesspool of vanity. What does it profit a man to gain paper that vanishes? Woe all is a wasteland of vanity. Walk the path set before you look neither left nor right least you stumble lacking insight. the babes are lambs to the slaughter, future sons and daughter lost to vanity. All that is before you vanishes on a breath breathing death of temporance when faced with timely delays. Yea know this, the golden trappings of bliss shimmers like fool's gold.
Peace
Peace Like an avenging angel from the east, bright blue light streaks across the evening sky. It comes unanounced unforseen and discreet to spread a blanket of comforting signs. No place is too far, deep, high or wide that it cannot reach, it must tear down diseased despair, Peace: my peace I give to you. So no fear can reach from anxieties you are released, just believe that you have received this gift so precious so vital to your increase.
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