Who do they think they are…
Like they really believe in God ~
They’re just a bunch of compromises I bet ~
They think they know me through my preaching when they know nothing…
I guess they don’t even read the word full of sin in their lives…
Sunday morning worshippers ~ acting like the world all week
God has given me a gift
I can see what going on ~ they can’t fool me
I see dreams visions even hear the voice of God…
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Is this how you speak ~
What right do you have to judge my people…
Your pride is that of Satan ~
Usurping my Authority
Do you not remember the humility of my Son…
Without a word ~ when he was reviled nether did he revile back
As a sheep to the slaughter ~ he don’t say a thing
Where is your compassion…
Have you forgot your former sin ~
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I love the world
My heart beats endlessly to hear the voice of my children…
As the angel’s rejoice to see my love received
Come my children come…
Receive my love ~ undying
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I’m concerned for my chosen in the world because of bitterness
& pride
Elusive…
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Empty yourself today and receive the virtue of the cross
The cross reveal ~
your ways ~ to my way
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know the lord….
He was wounded for your transgression
Bruised for your iniquities
Chastised for your peace
By his stripes ~
All listeners are healed
Delivered
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Silencing every voice ~
Not of mine….
As many has gone throughout this world
But you .. especially you
You know my voice…
©Copyright 2012 written by:Peter Johnson
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