No one ever told me, with the keys to heaven come the gates of hell, as well. Well done, good and faithful servant in hell. Your need for suffering serves us well. Hell is well! Hell is well! Keep serving the master, the one we sell. Hell is well! Believe your suffering Your death and
Mothers hating men Men craving again Come together making them Mothers berating men Men caving in Come together and make amends Mothers, your sons need you to love men again We’re the ones making them! In the commercial church men are dominant and prominent, historically. In the woke spiritual church women are dominant and
I didn’t do today. I witnessed instead. Laid with myself, lost in thought, knowing I’d be found again. I’d come around again. The madness, the sadness, the anger and pain. The toil, the trouble, the perpetual rain. The joys, the triumphs, the eternal flame. Burning for warmth Burning the frame Burning to melt Desires and
Lost in your head looking for someone to share your heart with? I’ll chase your sadness down Wrestle you both to the ground You’re not alone You’re not unknown Every stroke of a pen Every trumpet sound Make this life with love that’s around
What if you’re the child of Christ and not Christ at all? What if they’re both roles you’ll play and you’ve played them all? If you are of Christ or in Christ or simply heeding a call, when Christ shows up, will you recognize her? How will you know he’s back? Are you waiting for
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