From Crimson Red To Lily White.
Who within denies me Jesus Christ?
Is it not the originator of my wilful sin?
Destroyer is but one of his descriptions,
being a crafty snake is his occupation
Trying to stifle the truth of God's love.
Truly with a split tongue devil speaks,
no love, nor truth, is found in satan.
The lie has no love or good life to give,
his bad life kills God's good life within.
Viper nests hatching misery and sin.
The wicked have birth in devil's lies,
silencing the righteous along the way.
They steal my good life for themselves,
sinful orgies galore with them around.
They live the lie, loving evil, hating good.
God's judgement hovers on me for sure,
When i harbour the wicked in my heart.
Those within me fearing the light of day,
and hating me their ugly truth to see,
stealing my salvation into lies' domain.
i must always repent from living wilful sin.
Hand all the wicked over to Jesus' fire.
Let His loving truth fell all them rulers.
and me, in my all, in truthfulness to dwell,
completely cleansed from wicked brood.
Rejoicing His salvation, i tell this fallen world,
that Jesus Christ saved me from my sin!
His good life growing my crop to maturity
As i am born again each day anew in Him.
Freed from bondage to any misery or sin.
Who can still deny Jesus Christ's Victory?
Certainly not the devil and his hordes!
They're burning hotly in my pit below.
The very trap they cleverly dug for me,
has now rewarded them eternal agony.
To Hear The Trumpet blow
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the Dragon is back
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bad inner kings rule
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spiritual genocide
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guilty conscience
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burning that whore
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devouring bad life
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this calls for Christ as King
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destroying mind control
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liberating God's chosen
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wiping out the numbered
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God's own ruling
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true freedom to know
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be true man again.
To The Hypocrite.
You speak nicely, so correct your view to be,
in absolute faith you seem to side with me.
Yet your private contemplation I don't see.
What hidden thoughts bid me misery?
Now you smile ever so encouragingly,
nodding your head like you agree,
yet the frigidity of your eyes on me,
betray your private hostility.
Though your assurance is always friendly,
pretending that you are fully trustworthy,
I see that you are simply lying to me,
knowing you as my adversary.
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