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Thus says the Lord.
Many claim my name,
yet their hearts are far.
Their fruit brings shame.
There's a line I've drawn.
There's a holy divide
between children of darkness
and those who abide.
They speak my word
but twist its ways.
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Building kingoms
for their own praise.
Not for my glory,
not for my reign,
but chasing crowns
that bear no name.
It is not only strangers, even kin
deceive sitting in my house while
planting seeds of grief. They lift their
hands when the choir sings, but by night
they trade truth for lesser things. By
their fruit, you will know not the talk
but the life they show. If it breaks my
word, it is not of me. No matter how
holy it claims to be, by their fruit
you'll see the tree. Not the lyric, but
the melody. If you're not anchored in
the truth I gave, you may follow a voice
that cannot say.
Some bow in prayer but plot a fall. They
lift my name to exalt themselves.
They crave blessings without repentance
deep. Preach purpose without the narrow
way to keep. They want to tell my fire
to a feelgood line. But I am the truth
eternal divine. I am not the image you
framed on your wall. I am the lamb
bronze skin crowned over all with bull
like hair and eyes of flame. The first,
the last, forever the same.
Babylon is falling. Is falling. The
great harlot sits on many waters. Her
cup is full of abominations. She seduces
the nations with her fornications. I
have seen the statue in her harbor,
holding her torch, but it burns strange
fire. Her liberty is a lie. Her freedom
enslaves and her merchants weep when she
meets the grave.
Do not be moved by a birthday quote. Way
the spirit, not just the note. I dwell
not in temples made by man's hand. My
spirit walks where the righteous stand.
I say come out, be holy, be mine alone.
Leave the night, walk in the light I've
shown. The sheep and wolves may sound
alike, but their fruit will always prove
what's right. Oh, the enemy hides no
more. He moves in the open, clothed in
approval. His lies well spoken. He'll
sit at your table and call you friend.
But if you don't know my word, you'll
meet your end. By their food, you will
know. Not the talk, but the light they
show. If it breaks my word, it is not of
me. No matter how holy it claims to be.
By their fool, you'll see the tree, not
the lyric, but the mey. If you're not
anchored in the truth I gave. You may
follow a voice that cannot say.
Come out from among them. Walk in my
light. Stay rooted in my word. Stand
firm in the fight. I call my sheep. each
one by name
and my voice
will never change.
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Yeah.


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