Mark 4:9
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Lord, fix us for we are all broken and misled.
Treat women with purity

“Life’ll…”

Sin is a killer/ we looking like the backup dancers from thriller/ our attempts are futile though we honestly believed for awhile that we are alright with God (BUT) spiritually we in deny/ our ways and days we defile like death is a style/ the evil will associate with itself/ “money, honeys is true wealth”/ nah, you need to rethink and put down the drink because this life’ll end in less than a blink/ one false swoop and the reaper will scoop you up/ hell is the cup in which we sip/ and when God’s people tries to warn us we give them lip/ how will we ever hear if we never cease our tongue?/ rather breathe smoke in that lung and hold onto the gun than hear the sweet Amazing Grace they sung

“I Can Bear” by S.O.

“Gifted at Twisted”

We are so twisted, our ways of being wicked almost appears gifted/ destructive devices that entices our every whim/ hearts telling us to sin and forget about it, you have when you get old to live forgiven/ sick, that we don’t recognize Satan’s trick but see it as our desire/ always remember the devil is a liar

“A Broken Heart’s Inner Misfortune”

So broken
Inner misfortune
A descended disease
Eager to do as I please
Battles reoccurring
The same my parents are enduring
Must find love
In it’s purest form
Or else my heart will be forever torn
Lost in distaste that feeds the ego
And we know
As we see our need to feed on it continues to grow
There’s no peace here
Our flesh is a feast here
Chewing away at our own doing
No name to blame
Our name in unison is SHAME
Tears may fall
But we are still guilty of it all
Where is the escape?
Where is our fate?
I’m calling out to you children of wrath
We no longer have to be a slave to our past
Whether it is our own faults
Or the results of our genealogy
Freedom is what Christ has come to offer me
No more lust
If truly in Him I trust
No more wants to fulfill in this skin
All things are complete in Him
Cry out
Emotions rage
Die out
If we don’t turn the page
To begin a new chapter
Here in never ending love, joy and laughter

“The Culture is a Shroud”

The shroud is over the eyes
Seeming white and pure
Such an allure
Bringing forth misconception
So watch what you invest in
Words hold a great power
Watch it burn down a great tower
So take heed in what you say
Words are forever, they don’t simply fade away
Like the culture wants you to believe
They are accounted for
Along with our deeds and so much more

Now I’m tryin to be the hero just to find that I’m the criminal & I discovered thru the course of sin that I’m no good alone (@christongray)

Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms out there.