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| State of the Nation
One Nation under attack,
You're still walkin' around like there's nothing wrong,
when you should join me in the roughening of the knees.
The ship is reaching a point where it can not be turned around,
and you're caught in you're own little world.
Can't you see? Can't you hear? Can't you feel?
You're eyes are shut, or filled with the quick chicks from quick clicks,
You're ears are deaf, filled with death's poison candy from "Fitty's" candy shop,
You're nerves are shot, too many hits from the cheap drink and lust is burning you down.
You are drowning again in what He rescued you from,
and perhaps these plagues have not been added to you,
but you're desease comes from a sick mind and a numb heart,
thinking that all is well, because you "love" Jesus and are free from hell.
On a ship that is about to reach its point of no return,
You who are "enlightened with the Light" are non-chalant, and know not the heart of the One who saved you.
"That none shall perish" is one of His many cries,
because on your watch, many die.
He is crying out, and His tears drench the earth as it growns and death lurks on the horizon.
Have you grown so cold, and so numb to the Spirit's conviction?
Has culture perverted your sight?
You need to wake up, and wake up quick,
You need to have intimacy with Him, before You preach Him.
Your health is deteriorating along with theirs,
because you walk impersonally, and talk with fake sincerity.
If you believe that prayer changes things,
you will join me face to the floor,
knees scuffed and pressed to the ground.
Wake up, before you die in your sleep,
The smell of the roses are fading,
and hope for revival is withering away.
Internet pornography, obesity, anorexia, suicide, pre-marital sex,
overindulgence, overconsumption, and straight up ignorance of Jesus and
impersonal walks with Him are plagues devouring this country.
Now listen, generation of mine, destruction is coming, coming from the
inside. We are bleeding profusely and trying patch it up with all too
vain and insufficient things. We need Jesus, unadultereated Jesus, and
Jesus only. Prayer does change things, and is alot larger and impactful
than you think. We who have Him are responsible for what we know, and
are responsible to seek Him inimately once we have stepped into His
grace. This country is dying because the people who are sopposed to bring it Life are dead. WAKE UP.
End Note: I would not tell you these things unless I first, was aware of them and doing something about it.
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| A broken individual with only broken replacement parts cannot fix himself.
And to himself broken replacements are all thats available.
To do it yourself means to wreck yourself.
For you know not what you think you know.
You know not completely even the one whom returns your stare in the mirror.
Only He who made you, can fix you, and give you what you need.
For only His love will complete (you)
For only He is Holy without aide, can Aide (you)
For only He who is True, can Truely Love (you)
For only He who is Abundant, can Fill (you)
For only He who is All-Powerful, can Deliver (you)
For only He who is was in the Beginning, and conquered the end of mortality, can give (you) Life.
For He is all you Need, and you are all He wants.
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| Press on. Carry on no matter who or what tries to cut
you down. For He is greater than he who cuts you, and He is greater
than that which causes you despair.
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| Anything that takes away from this Union,
let it fall to the feet of Jesus.
Let there be nothing that holds us back.
If we built it, tear it down.
If we conquered it, invade it.
Whatever is of us, infiltrate it.
All of our relationships that we forged are now Yours.
All of them.
Let there be nothing between us and Your union.
No significant others that fail in significance of You.
No trying to fill the need of intimacy inside us,
especially trying to fill it without You and without who You want.
We don't need to drink anymore,
We don't need to smoke anymore,
We don't need it becuase we have You.
All the weed, all the booze in the world cannot heal the deep wounds.
Only You.
No more broken families.
No more broken hearts.
No more of the hands of man.
Heal these ancient wounds in all of us.
Bound our families in the bond of Your blood.
The tender sweet Red purifies and makes White.
Bring Your unity.
Obliterate the walls of religion.
Obliterate the walls that we call friends.
Obliterate the walls that we call boundaries.
Obliterate the defenses we hide behind.
Obliterate it because we don't need it.
Who needs walls when we have shelter under Your wings?
Who needs walls to protect from the attacks of man,
when we have the Lord Jesus Christ standing behind the door of our hearts?
Who needs to be drowning in sorrow when He has extended His tender hands to heal the wounds that man has cut deep?
The hands of man are finished.
For the hands of man built the levees that broke.
The Hands of God parted the Red Sea.
Enough of the things that we think we think we know.
Enough of knowing God is love in our minds and not in our hearts.
He has indeed opened up the Heavens and is ready to pour out His love,
His healing, and His peace.
The faucet is running, but our mouth is closed.
The embrace is open, but we run away.
He says we are beautiful and we call Him a liar.
Cut the tongue of the flesh, Cut the tongue of the devil right out.
Let only You whisper in our ears.
Enough.
Enough says the Lord.
He is the answer.
Enough of looking for it elsewhere.
His heart bleeds, and His eyes flow forth tears,
because His children hurt and drown in it.
Because they deny that He can aide them.
They deny that He can truly love them.
They deny and spit on the lifesaver that He has thrown out to them.
How long must we neglect Him?
How long must we drown?
How long must we die with the death of Christ,
and yet do not rise and walk in His newness of Life?
Obeying Him is easy,
for we are equipped with all we need and the struggle is worth it.
Running away is hard,
for we are tugged back to where we need to be and the Holy Spirit burdens our conscience.
Anything we hold on to that is not of You,
May we let it go.
May it be gone like Your body from the Tomb.
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| One Reason by Jason Upton
I lived my life for awhile,
asking for signs to believe in.
God played defense in my trial,
Quietly hanging there bleeding
While I cast lots for His robe.
While I point my bloody finger,
He pays debts that I owe.
He says, "Father, forgive them."
I used to ask for a sign to believe in,
but He never gave me any reason to doubt Him.
Give me one reason to doubt He is Messiah
Give me one reason to doubt He is alive
Give me one reason to doubt I am the apple of His eye
I see the faith of our fathers
Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob.
They never saw what was promised,
but they never once felt forsaken
through fire, famine, and sword.
tribulation, and war.
They never asked for signs to believe in.
So tell me how we stand in judgement and ever doubt Him?
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