been here since beginning, know exactly how you work. iknow all your cravings, know what makes you go berserk. been lying from start just to make you play a part in my infinite rebellion against the Father God: hate everything He is.&i make you hate him2. u hate him w your actions, so easy 4 me 2do. 'cause you like it... sin feels good 4da ego. all the time, i'm winding you up. my perfect little puppet, my favorite robot, welcome to da show. I'm watching u &all of hell is w me 2, help me make my lies look tru.
&there is a lie that works 4 every1. a lie that opens your heart so i can get me some ,more of your free will. i'm winding you, give me the control that's why I'm telling you, selling you, anything, everything. appealing to your human way of being &i use it all against you just keep your eyes from seeing past the life you're living; past the moment you're in, past the pleasure of your sin. or the cigarette you're smoking.choking on your lust, i'll make you drunk w pride; so deeply spun into my system that you won't see the light. never mind that I'm drowning you. ikeep deceiving you...cuz I don't tell you bout the God in heaven who loves you; who yearns 4 you, no idon't tell you bout the freedom of forgiveness &truth. why would I tell you? why would I tell you, the truth? i'll say that millions of years ago an accident exploded &you're the result of this cosmic unknown with no real purpose, created 4 no real intent.reason 4 your living is coincidence -selling bit by bit little pieces of soul. keep you so confused you stay bound to your sin.so your heart stays hard. oh ,the vanity of self-idoltary inever let u c it breeds : hedonism!
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my home's in heaven; just travelin' through the world -Billy Graham
isaiah 55:10-11as rain &snow come down from heaven, &don't return to it w/o watering Earth &making it bud &flourish, so that it yields seed for sower &bread for eater, so is my word that goes out from my mouth: it will not return to me empty, but accomplish what i desire &achieve the purpose for which i sent it. out of love for the truth &the desire to bring it to light -95 theses, 1517.
if there are words for Him then, I don't have them. you see my brain has not yet reached a point where it could form a thought that could adequately describe the greatness of my God. &my voice is so inhibited, restrained by human limits, that it's hard to even sing a praise up. my God: unsearchable yet knowable. indefinable, yet approachable. indescribable, yet personal.
when the world shook &the sun was wiped out of heaven, it was not at the crucifixion, but at the cry from cross: the cry which confessed that God was forsaken of God (Matt: 27:46) &now let the revolutionists choose a creed from all creeds &a god from all gods of the world, carefully weighing all gods of inevitable recurrence &of unalterable power. they will not find another god who has himself been in revolt. nay (the matter grows too difficult for human speech), but let the atheists themselves choose a god. they will find only 1 divinity who ever uttered their isolation; only 1 religion in which God seemed for an instant to be an atheist. -GKC. †
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