The Warfare of Words
By: Elaina Grace Morgan
He sent down His Son.
Choose the blood.
Receive His love
And put down your selfish ambitions,
Ugly traditions.
Choose the blood.
Receive His love
And put down your selfish ambitions,
Ugly traditions.
And pick up your cross
So you can lead the lost
And not lead them astray
For your own display of blame.
Choose real change.
Repent from the lies that lead them to shame,
So you can lead the lost
And not lead them astray
For your own display of blame.
Choose real change.
Repent from the lies that lead them to shame,
That cause them to lose everything.
And even if you succeed
When they fall to their knees
The trees will hold them up
Because it's in God that they trust,
Not lust.
Not money.
Not words that drip like honey
Not money.
Not words that drip like honey
Which actually sting like a scorpion...
Factually, their words become like a ROAR of a lion.
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