How to Kill and Be Killed 101: Answering A Fool

 "Answer not a fool according to his folly, lest you be like him yourself." - Proverbs 26:4

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"Answer a fool according to his folly, lest he be wise in his own eyes."

- Proverbs 26:5

Soli Deo Gloria,

Shon

Yellow Brick Rd.

It’s the end of an era -
A world gripped by terror
Got people trippin’ over love
‘Cause we fell in love with a felon
Ponzi schemes are sellin’
But the gold rush is failin’
We’ve been blinded by the lust
And the symptoms are very tellin’

Green eyes and a coal-black heart
Lead to paper thin motives
And a conscience that’s brutally scarred
Marred up and parked out in the driveway
With a six cylinder engine
That gets great mileage on the highway

The tin man is down
Long live the scarecrow
And Dorothy’s been on the pole
Ever since she got a taste of the rainbow
A case of mistaken identity
Got the lion all twisted
Thought he was the king of the jungle
But he was only there for a visit

Whether it’s twenty-one grams
Or twenty-one karats
Souls sell for cheap
When we raise the stock in our malice
For the slippers, or the crown
Or a heart that’s bought and sold…

All of life is vanity on the yellow brick road.


Soli Deo Gloria,
Shon

Enemy of The State

I'm an enemy of the state of mind

That tells me that ignorance is bliss...
Homey, that's a hiss
A lick to tickle the ears
Something to soothe our deepest, subconscious fear
That is searing our collective conscience like a hot iron
And firing across the great divide
Between reason and cosmic treason
Because we deem it a way better option
To credit creativity to the creation
And fashion ourselves in the way of logic
Instead of "Our Father in heaven..."
We're always willing to go one god further

Make 'em up as we go along
And then turn around and say that
Religion is a pestilence
(Pay no attention to the evidence)
Yeah, this is what's wrong with society
Still praying every night that someone would come along
And worship me
Or at the very least, let me do as I please
But we wouldn't call that sovereignty
We call it "freewill" -
"Doin' whatever suits me
And I don't even gotta take a pill"

Homey, wake up!
You are still in the Matrix
The Oracle was always wrong
And Morpheus is a sadist
This is real life
Where the strife comes by the boatloads
And we've still got starving children in Africa
And dudes smokin' each other in the 'Hood
Over shoes and clothes

I'm at odds with the atheistic narrative
So I'm labeled narrow-minded
I refuse to be blinded by the Zeitgeist
'Cause it ain't nothin but a bank heist
You jack the riches of another worldview
And then apply it to your own life...
(Minus the sacrifice, of course)

Homey, that's a myth
Wishful thinking being fleshed out in a valley of dry bones -
I stand opposed to giving up everything I have
To try to hang on to all the things
That I will never own
You see, it's not foolish for a man
To stand against the odds
The portrait of a proper fool
Is a man that says there is no God
It's a fallacy and a fraud
Because deep down we know better
You stand in the rain with no umbrella
And honestly believe
That you won't get any wetter
Only to raise a fist
Because if God truly exists
He should've granted you sunny weather

My dude, you're a debtor
And that storm is a privilege
Because it falls on the just and the unjust
But you see it as a menace
Homey, you don't run this
Everything you've got has been a given
And if the Lord sees fit to take it away
He could snatch it from you in an instant
Health, wealth, and prosperity...
All are handed out on the basis of Charity

But you don't get it, see
That grace don't come cheap
Because we get what we don't rightfully deserve
And that seems to only feed the beast
So we feast on each other
And anything else we can get our hands on
What we don't got is exactly what we want
And everyone else always has a greener lawn

Same song, different day
But I'm strummin' it the other way
Backmasking the track on helter skelter
So you can hear
That the price has already been paid...

Soli Deo Gloria,
Shon

Deliverance

Came into the world with collapsed lungs
And a heart barely beating
My beginning could be the end
If I don’t respond to the treatments
The prognosis – it ain’t pretty
Doc’s preparing my mother for the worst
Sayin’ even if I make it to tomorrow
My future would still be uncertain
But just as the curtain closed
She knows something that they don’t know
A Great Physician with a different opinion
On how the story’s supposed to go

“Lord, if it’s his time, that’s fine
But if he lives, he won’t be mine…
He’ll be yours to shape and mold
Give him life and make him shine”

The curse of death was looming heavy
But He chose to remove it
Took a broken, feeble fetus
And He purposed to renew it
So when I get fed up
And want to let up
Thinking that I’ll never make it through this
I remember His past mercies
And how relentless His pursuit is
He makes all things good
And critics attribute it to “western privilege”

But the postman always rings twice
And only the Christ can deliver

Psalm 22:9-10, 51:5, Psalm 139:14; Matthew 6:13; Galatians 1:3-5
 
Soli Deo Gloria,
Shon

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Zeros and Ones: Why Did Jesus Come?

In this discussion, we take a look at the reason that Jesus Christ had to come to us...
To bring us to God.

We discuss the radical nature of sin and how it effects all of us. Putting us in dire need of a savior from the wrath of God for our inherent evilness, Jesus comes not only to call us to repentance, but to satisfy the wrath of God by becoming sin for us.

"Those who are well have no need of a physician, but those who are sick. I came not to call the righteous, but sinners." - Mark 2:17

Soli Deo Gloria,
Shon

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Omnia Vincit Amor

“You are altogether beautiful, my love; there is no flaw in you.” - (Song of Solomon 4:7 ESV)

She thinks I’m on one
And that my intentions are dumb
Always calling me stupid
And telling me I should know better
Sometimes she even says that I could do better…
Than her?!
No sir.
Omnia vincit amor
She’s everything I could ever want or ask for 

But she sees herself as gangly and unkempt
And when I call her beautiful
She holds me in contempt
Tells me that I put her on a pedestal
To which I reply, “Guilty as charged”
She is a lily among the thorns
And the captor of my heart
Every time I see her face
I’m reminded that it’s her lips alone
That I want to taste…
A glimpse of God’s grace
Omnia vincit amor
She’s the only one that I adore 

She rejects my neglect of her imperfections
Dissects herself through harsh introspection
And tries to convince me to see them
But she doesn’t understand
Since Jesus had to bleed for us
I have no need to make a fuss
She’s altogether lovely
Perfect from head to toe
She’s better than wine
So I have to take her in slow
Omnia vincit amor
So intoxicated by this love
That it brings me to the floor 

Fearfully and wonderfully made
So what is there possibly to hate?
I’m a zealot for her affections
It’s only her hand that I’m willing to take
Others may disregard her value
But she’s worth more than I dare to say
The statuesque features
Of such a heavenly creature
Speak to the truth…
Something the Lord’s made 

She’s not just a “dime” or a “cutie”
She carries within her a deeper beauty
A courageous heart and sense of justice
A faithful daughter; a mother on duty
So when it’s been one of those days
And it’s like the world is on her case
I find nothing but pleasure in doing all I can
To show how much I lover her
And bring a smile to her face 

Omnia vincit amor
Forevermore.


“Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends…”
- (1 Corinthians 13:4-8 ESV)



Soli Deo Gloria,
Shon

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Zeros & Ones: Who Is Jesus?

We explore the glorious truth of our faith through the Gospel of Mark. We discover who Jesus REALLY is through the eyewitness accounts of his miracles and what the implications are for us and our belief in Him as the Christ (God's Holy Anointed King)...not just a good moral teacher or merely a prophet.

 

Soli Deo Gloria,

Shon

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Re4m

Reform me...

Conform me.
Mold me.
Make me.
Shape me.
Do whatever you have to do -
Even if it means
You gotta break me
Don't forsake me
Wake me up
Remove the scales
From my eyes
I'm seeing men as trees

Falling down around me

Because I was born
Legally blind

Out of sight
Out of my mind
No appreciation
For the divine
Design flaw
To the interior;
A heart that's wicked
All the time... 

Until Another Kind

Love sublime

Comes to the rescue

Of a villain

Cleanse me through a bloodletting...

This redemption's gonna kill me.

(cf. Romans 8:13; 12:1; 1 Peter 3:18-22)

Soli Deo Gloria,

Shon

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Magic

Jesus isn't “magic”...

It doesn't matter what Sarah Silverman says

Resurrection isn't just some neat little trick

It's literally coming back from the dead

Desperately unconscious

Fatally non-responsive

So far removed from breathin' 

Next thing you know,

Reports are comin' in

That everybody's seen him

(Something like five hundred people!)

 

Instinctively, the conclusion

Is most likely mass hysteria or illusion

But answer this:

When's the last time you heard

About that many people

Simultaneously crackin' up

And having the exact same delusion?!

There ain't an institution big enough

To hold that much crazy

So if you believe

That's how it all went down

Your story-tellin' is lazy

 

How hazy would your facts be

If you saw someone murdered right in front of you? 

I bet you could tell that story for the rest of your life

And still recite every single detail

Accurately and on cue

It could be 50 years from now

And there would still be no change in your point of view...

Especially if that person

Now a few days removed

Shows up at a dinner table

Sitting right across from you

Chewin' his food

Doin' all the other things

A dead man don't have the capacity to do

 

No, that ain't magic

It's majestic and it's traumatic

The last great enemy of our humanity

Suddenly movin' backwards

It wasn't a simple trap-door revealed

There was glory being concealed

Underneath a cloak of humility and charity

Taking back what the Strongman tried to steal

 

There's no sleight of hand

When you got holes in 'em, man

And if there's nothing up your sleeves

But Aces and eights

Then you better have a foolproof plan...

 

The Son of God became man

To withstand the wrath of his Dad

As a ransom for many

Remained slain for three days

Only to get up

And give vanishing lessons the business

When the perishable puts on the imperishable, and the mortal puts on immortality, then shall come to pass the saying that is written:

“Death is swallowed up in victory.”

“O death, where is your victory? O death, where is your sting?”

 The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law. But thanks be to God, who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ. Therefore, my beloved brothers, be steadfast, immovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, knowing that in the Lord your labor is not in vain.

- (1 Corinthians 15:54-58 ESV)

Soli Deo Gloria,
Shon

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A Hum

"The wind blows where it wishes, and you hear its sound, but you do not know where it comes from or where it goes. So it is with everyone who is born of the Spirit.” - John 3:8 ESV

Something; A sound of some kind

Spinning in my ears like a hurricane

Affecting and effecting …

From the top of my head to the bottom of my feet

Urging me, pushing me, conversing with me -

I...am...transformed.

Becoming alien to family and friends alike

A totally different being than yesterday

There is no turning back, for I now understand -

Transmission to transmission, it has no end

“Comprehend or Perish.”

When He speaks, I listen.

(cf. Psalm 143:10; John 14:26; Luke 12:12)

Soli Deo Gloria,

Shon

On The Contrary

"Do not judge by appearances, but judge with right judgment.” - John 7:24 ESV


Contrary to popular belief
You can’t always trust your ocular perceptions…
That could lead you to deceit
And what you hear may be the latest edition
But you better employ your mind while you take in and listen
Senses with good intentions may be the standard
But without discernment, it’s just learning the problems without the answers
So don’t believe the hype behind all the woof tickets we buy
Like, “If she really had AIDS, she wouldn’t look that fly.”
Or “The only way outta the ‘hood is gettin' filthy rich…
And the only way to get rich is to sell a few bricks”
Don’t think that just because I’m not always tryin’ to smash chicks
Means that my libido is all jacked up or that I’m passive
Heterosexual homophobic nymphomania
Won’t make you more of a man, but will leave a legacy that’ll stain ya
So I speak softly and carry a big stick
But it’s not the stick that’ll hit you, but a book of sixty-six
And just because I speak softly
Don’t mean that you won’t get licked
By God’s grace, I’m Gracie amazin’
So my groundwork is sick
No, I don’t fight for a livin’, but I will fight the good fight
I’ve got a mouth for war – dying to live ‘til we receive the crown of life
To the contrary, popular opinion is highly overrated
And belief separate from the truth
Only leaves you hopeless and jaded…


"Where is the one who is wise? Where is the scribe? Where is the debater of this age? Has not God made foolish the wisdom of the world?" - 1 Corinthians 1:20 ESV



Soli Deo Gloria,
Shon

Kill Him or Crown Him

“Jesus, who unties such apparent extremes of character into such an integrated and balanced whole, demands an extreme response from every one of us. He forces our hand at every turn in the story. This man who throws open the gates of his kingdom to everyone, then warns the most devout insiders that their standing in the kingdom is in jeopardy without fruitfulness, is forever closing down our options. This man who can be weakened by a touch in a crowd on his way to bring a little girl back from the dead is a man you dare not tear your eyes from. (And we haven’t even yet witnessed the true depths of his restraint or the heights of his power.)

He is both the rest and the storm, both the victim and the wielder of the flaming sword, and you must accept him or reject him on the basis of both. Either you’ll have to kill him, or you’ll have to crown him. The one thing you can’t do is just say, ‘What an interesting guy.’ Those teachers of the law who began plotting to kill Jesus at the end of this episode in the temple – they may have been dead wrong about him, but their reaction makes perfect sense.

Please don’t try to keep Jesus on the periphery of your life. He cannot remain there. Give yourself to him –center your entire life on him – and let his power reproduce his character in you.”

- Tim Keller

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Altered Beast

For if you live according to the flesh you will die, but if by the Spirit you put to death the deeds of the body, you will live.

- (Romans 8:13 ESV)

 

There’s a bad moon rising…

Satan’s enticing me –

Telling me to feel the fire in my lungs

Let go of my tongue

And shipwreck this relationship

Over which I’ve so graciously been given stewardship

Emotions are running high –

Strung so tight

That it’s like a thick cord

You could cut with a knife

So I fashion my words into a saber

And keep taking slice after slice

Until there is nothing left

But death…

 

Relationship thrown to the wayside

In a moment of rage

Setting the stage for a catastrophic crescendo –

A cacophony of swearing and not caring about the outcome

Don’t really care if the premise of the beef dumb

Because it doesn’t matter who’s right or left

The only thing that’s worth caring about

Is that I’ve won…HELL YES!

No. 1 with a bullet…

Let the world know that I’ve got a hair trigger

And that I ain’t afraid to pull it

Instead of going out like a sucker

I’ll show my teeth

And suck the life out of another

Dig in deep – getting all the flesh I need

But when the blood’s been drawn

And the bones picked dry

The only thing left to kill is me…

 

So I turn my aggressiveness inward

On the oppression that stifles my conscience

Go savage on my insecurities

And rest in the surety

Of the Almighty’s benevolent abundance

He is omnipotent –

So His grace is more than sufficient

To cover the inadequacy of my emotions

To deal with the feelings

That someone’s disrespecting me

 

I’m reminded that I’m a new creature –

An altered beast who desires to be meek

Overcome my desire to win

By changing my perception of defeat

So instead of assaulting a perceived adversary

I put salt in my speech

Walk in peace with grace and forgiveness

Speak softly and turn the other cheek

 

Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come.

- (2 Corinthians 5:17 ESV)

 

Soli Deo Gloria,

Shon

 

 

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Zeros & Ones: The Gospel In Life [Week 1] - The City (The World That Is)

This week, we begin our new study by Tim Keller called, Gospel in Life - How Grace Changes Everything. In our first discussion we take an in-depth look at what it means to be a child of God in the city of man. After all we are to be in the world, but not of the world...so, what exactly should that look like? We also discuss God's purpose for the City and how we as followers of Christ can help to recover and restore that intent in the cities where we live through service. Many other interesting things are discussed as well, including a brief discussion on "How Should We Then...Drink?!".
Awesome and insightful time as always. Can't wait to see what happens in the weeks to come...



To read the article/essay that I made reference to writing, here is the link:

Soli Deo Gloria,
Shon

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Zeros & Ones

Eventually, it all comes down to zeros and ones

Whether it’s the sum of your bank account

Or the last day to come

Credited with a federal deficit

From an act of confederate arrogance

Lord, grant leniency for our inconvenience

Because the ledger won’t ever find a balance

No power to the people –

Dying on empty bellies and wallets

But the no. 1 killer of the nations

Is that they perish for a lack of knowledge

Deprived and depraved

Because I don’t give a damn

About the rising poverty level

And the notion of goodness is a sham

The more zeros I need in my bank

To put one gallon in my tank

My daily bread goes missing

And so does my thanks

They say the love of money

Is the root of all kinds of evil

And these churches love stacking dough

To keep raising up steeples

Bake it but don’t break it

Pressed down and shaken, but not stirring

The collective conscience of the people

To feed the needy and to serve them

Salvation’s army shouldn’t ever come to harm me

Whatever happened to the Great Commission

Or showing faith, hope and charity?

Hilarious giving is no laughing matter

When you serve the Suffering Servant

It’s not an option – Follow after Him

To be born as an orphan

Doesn’t turn you into a bastard

To get the message crossed up

Leads to evangelical disaster

The first will be last

And the last will be first

The first death leaves you breathing

But the second lays down the worst

So stop selling headstones

And returning people to slavery

Strive to share the truth in love

With the utmost transparency

Christ bares the scars

As a reminder of the cost

So that we can openly display our weakness

To show the glory of the cross

A not-to-do list is always sealed with a hiss

And wreaks of self-righteous piety

That deserves to be dismissed

Spiritual amnesia

Leads to legalistic procedures

That spit in the face of grace

And gets it backwards for unbelievers

Because you can not have “gay sex”

And still be a wreck

You can not put lips to liquor

And still be a mess

Behavior modifications

Don’t necessarily mean you have the Savior

It just makes your public appearance acceptable

But leaves your private life unsavory

No, the task of salvation

Isn’t to make you a better person

Or for you to appear perfect and blameless

To a world that’s starving and hurting

We’re just the finger pointing at the moon

Which gives us light by reflecting the sun;

So in the end, it just goes back to the beginning

It all comes down to zeros and ones…

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Zeros & Ones: Importance of the Resurrection (Week 4 Finale)

We finish up our excellent study on the implications of the resurrection of Christ with a lively in-depth discussion on how the eyewitness account of Thomas can be applied in our own lives and our evangelism, what the implications of the resurrection are in this life and how it gives us hope now in the face of death, and finally, how this changes us forever.

 

 

Soli Deo Gloria,

Shon

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Dust with a Pen

“…then the LORD God formed the man of dust from the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living creature.”

- (Genesis 2:7 ESV)

“But we have this treasure in jars of clay, to show that the surpassing power belongs to God and not to us.”

- (2 Corinthians 4:7 ESV)

I'm just dust with a pen

Graciously given a talent for word play

And redemption from sin

So it’s by design that my mind conjures rhymes

Finds a scheme with meaning

Then puts it in time

Tune my phrases to praise

Doxology and sound doctrine

Influenced in every nuance

By the words of the Master and his apostles

 

Gospel saturated –

My mind is fascinated with the deep riches of the Almighty

Then give it to you in a category

That’s so nice and tidy

Precept upon precept, line upon line

I go stupid on the page

As so to never leave you blind

Or ignorant to your Maker

Who makes lovers out of haters

Renewed my mind to the craft

So now I break bread with my neighbors

Instead of breaking bones

I break up the Truth in my poems

So that when you’re done tweetin’

About what you’ve eaten

These crumbs will help to lead you home

 

‘Cause once you get a taste from this place

You’ll be coming back for seconds

He’s coming back to judge the quick and the dead

And that could be at any second

No second guessing – you won’t miss it

It’s gonna happen in an instant

When he cracks the sky for the last time

He won’t be looking for repentance

 

My Ebenezer and stronghold

Is tougher than ten walls of Jericho

He stands with us in the furnace

(Just ask Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego)

Man of War, Lamb of God, the mighty Lion of Judah

He’s got the whole world in his hands

And the government’s on his shoulders

What a privilege it is

For this earthen vessel to hold these treasures

So as soon as my pen hits the page

I'm scribbling for his pleasure

“Let everything that has breath praise the LORD! Praise the LORD!”

- (Psalm 150:6 ESV)

“So, whether you eat or drink, or whatever you do, do all to the glory of God.”

- (1 Corinthians 10:31 ESV)

Soli Deo Gloria,

Shon

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Shake the Dust

Abraham answered and said, “Behold, I have undertaken to speak to the Lord, I who am but dust and ashes.”

- (Genesis 18:27 ESV)

I am nothing more than dust…

Prone to feed my wanderlust

Made into a man from a collection of sand

But by the Lord’s mercy, now I am what I am

I am clean since I AM washed me in the blood of the Lamb

So, Here I stand; I can do no other

No, this is not a drill; I refuse to duck and cover

So you can go ahead; throw your stones, if you got ‘em

He’s the Chief Cornerstone, so I’m still gonna rock Him

I’m one of the elected…

A speck predestined to represent

After the order of Melchezidek -

A King with no precedent

A slave to the sentence

I’m the subject …He’s the Predicate

It’s in Him I trust, money

And not a bunch of dead presidents

Shake the dirt out of your pillow

Wake up your damned relatives

Because they’re sittin’ in a parlor room

With way too many elephants

They can’t see the light of day

Because the sun’s blocked out

And it won’t be much longer now

Before the rocks cry out…

With pachyderms, you better learn how to tell ‘em apart…

The difference between the back of the barn

Or the front of the Ark

And you were dead in the trespasses and sins in which you once walked, following the course of this world, following the prince of the power of the air, the spirit that is now at work in the sons of disobedience—among whom we all once lived in the passions of our flesh, carrying out the desires of the body and the mind, and were by nature children of wrath, like the rest of mankind. But God, being rich in mercy, because of the great love with which he loved us, even when we were dead in our trespasses, made us alive together with Christ—by grace you have been saved—and raised us up with him and seated us with him in the heavenly places in Christ Jesus, so that in the coming ages he might show the immeasurable riches of his grace in kindness toward us in Christ Jesus. For by grace you have been saved through faith. And this is not your own doing; it is the gift of God, not a result of works, so that no one may boast. For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand, that we should walk in them.

 - (Ephesians 2:1-10 ESV)

Soli Deo Gloria,

Shon

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Christ-Haunted Places

“I think it is safe to say that while the South is hardly Christ-centered, it is most certainly Christ-haunted.”
― Flannery O'Connor

 

We’ve boarded up the windows

Pulled up the floorboards

And removed all of the stains

But then again, what would you expect?

This is what happens when you treat sacrifice

Like a bloody crime scene

“What a mess…it really needs to be cleaned…”

 

Christ-haunted and undaunted by the fact that we are –

No one needs thorns when they’ve got their own scars

And who needs a new heaven

When you can blow up the moon to make stars?

Or who needs a new earth?

When the wells run dry, we’ll build a ranch on Mars

Everyday, stars are born:  from YouTube to Porn to Survivor

Except this time, no one gets out alive

Because we’ve fallen in love with a liar

 

Searching for what we’re missing

On the back of a milk carton that’s expired

Remember - Revivals never get worked up, my man

They get prayed down – inspired

 

But long gone are those days

It seems all of the preachers have retired

Gave up the pulpit for Disneyland

So now all we get are prophets for hire

Set the people on fire

And leave ‘em burnin’ for days

And when the flame subsides

They’re worse off than they were

When still in their former ways…

 

Shell-shocked and in a daze

They utter not a word

Now the Holy Ghost is reduced to rattlin’ chains

And a Tower of Babel preferred

"But I have this against you, that you have abandoned the love you had at first. Remember therefore from where you have fallen; repent, and do the works you did at first. If not, I will come to you and remove your lampstand from its place, unless you repent."  - (Revelation 2:4-5 ESV)

 

Soli Deo Gloria,

Shon

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Still

Be still before the LORD and wait patiently for him; fret not yourself over the one who prospers in his way, over the man who carries out evil devices!

- (Psalm 37:7 ESV)

And he awoke and rebuked the wind and said to the sea, “Peace! Be still!” And the wind ceased, and there was a great calm.

- (Mark 4:39 ESV)

Still…

As the words pour from His mouth

Bring eternal life to the dead

And surety of death to the lifeless

Still…

Seated on His throne from on high

Righteous in judgment;

“King of Kings and Lord of Lords” on His thigh

Still…

Let the killers kill

Let the dealers deal

If you’re filthy, stay filthy

And if you’re righteous, be certain

Still…

Let the world be shocked and stunned

When the Kingdom comes

Put an end to sin and death

By the power of His tongue

Every knee bow at the return of the Son

The Righteousness of God –

The Holy risen One!

From his mouth comes a sharp sword with which to strike down the nations, and he will rule them with a rod of iron. He will tread the winepress of the fury of the wrath of God the Almighty. On his robe and on his thigh he has a name written, King of kings and Lord of lords.

- (Revelation 19:15-16 ESV)

And he said to me, “Do not seal up the words of the prophecy of this book, for the time is near. Let the evildoer still do evil, and the filthy still be filthy, and the righteous still do right, and the holy still be holy.”

“Behold, I am coming soon, bringing my recompense with me, to repay each one for what he has done. I am the Alpha and the Omega, the first and the last, the beginning and the end.”

 - (Revelation 22:10-13 ESV)

Soli Deo Gloria,

Shon

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