It’s in the way we talk, the way we walk, it’s the way we’re connected the same DNA gets reflected, cause were the selected sanctified from the infected, released from the strings, that consumes human beings, we’re saints saved from the flesh stains, from the cut, we die upon the lot, that apart from the plot of darkness, take my words mark this, as the day your spark lids up, your life stops when you feel that remorse your heart takes pause. Our flause removed by our choirs to labour at the altar of the saviour, in his light there no slave here, the days near when we’ll disappear in the rapture the day when we captured in our Father’s palm, the truth’s been there all along, but when your blind you repent inside of the mind that’s encaged like the three blind mice in a maze where each day you stay on the same stage in the same pace, there no growth, but in His light we share the same loaf of bread, His stove has a flame that’s prepared to feed us all, we just gota keep our soul tethered to His only goal, so we row our boat in His stream when we see a crocodile in tongues we sing. Come one come all save ya soul in His covenant reflect the true prophecy that’s relevant, from a Father to His Son, he gave the path to salvation so don’t get wrong. It’s the one way to take each day to say that your faith lies in His grace the true trace lies in the soul His temple called home where the 12 stones hold the cycle, dying upon the survival, of the will and pride, in day and night His grace manifold in the labour as we build His kingdom we’re saints in true freedom. He liberates sin from aof the flesh sanctify to His true rest. Father your will’s the key, for us to see truth in our destiny, it’s no more me on my own, in our marriage I pick up the phone and give a prayer and I know my message gets there, cause your grace I receive, in faith I believe that beneath this soil lies Satan’s oil to deceive man, up his sleeve lies His plan to control the mind, for you father I threw my aspiration aside, for I abide not to my pride but to your will as I keep my vessel fill, and when you test whether I’ll spill in trail, I use my tools to escape denial, escape the pile of tricks that Satan use to mix contradiction together with his lies of fiction but the facts lies in the crucifixion of the son, our purpose is His perfection without that there none other way to receive your reward, your promise to us is given with a sword as the righteous for we follow the path where your light cures the sickness of the flesh, in your peace I receive rest, in His revelation I stand, the regeneration with a renewed mind so repent take the shield from pretend faith, your only save when His mystery is revealed to the brave, that stands from the crawl, the fruit we bear with our soul, is the charity we share to a brother, in Him we’re united with each other, in the 2nd 8th week we’re at the neck end of the peak of a tribulation that’s a dark situation, don’t let it be too late, join His table and fill your plate with His knowledge, that the true richness in courage. Come one come all save ya soul in His covenant reflect the true prophecy that’s relevant, from a Father to His Son, he gave the path to salvation so don’t get wrong. It’s the one way to take each day to say that your faith lies in His grace the true trace lies in the soul His temple called home where the 12 stones hold the cycle dying upon the survival of the will and pride, in day and night His grace manifold in the labour as we build His kingdom we’re saints in true freedom. He liberates sin from a mental state of the flesh sanctified to His true rest. We’re saints with no conscience; for it launches from the flesh no more to our soul in His likeness we’re blessed. For the grounds will shake, and earth quake, and whatever you make can’t take away your mistake of the dark, fallen watchers will show the bite of their bark, so remember the path you chose to embark, where the faith of saints remains we don’t shift lanes for our root is our food to reboot our minds to His likeness, it’s like this, don’t try this and decide to leave, you heard truth after that ya released, the curse of the gentiles put it in your soul files, His divine design, His sign is mine, for He walks not beside my step, but we are the son from toe to head, His wine and bread, His flesh and blood, remember the ark and the flood and His rainbow of charity, through His son he proposed that all should marry me, if not death will swallow faith from the weak, a seven year testing to be meek, and those that contradict will speak truth in lies, only saints will realise the false form true cries, discernment or burn in the permanent flame that takes your pain and feeds it to your soul, eternal death will be shown. The illusion will fade, sticks, stones and bone will deteriorate and all alone your true self will show that what you lived for, and then what you’re in for, is truth, when the imagination’s removed. Come one come all save ya soul in His covenant reflect the true prophecy that’s relevant, from a Father to His Son, he gave the path to salvation so don’t get wrong. It’s the one way to take each day to say that your faith lies in His grace the true trace lies in the soul His temple called home where the 12 stones hold the cycle dying upon the survival of the will and pride, in day and night His grace manifold in the labour as we build His kingdom we’re saints in true freedom. He liberates sin from the flesh and sanctify to His true rest.
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