Be Meek

Fresh with gone spirit, Dead in encroaches, you aren’t holy; forget about righteousness- All have sinned! Father’s Acts trembled in our ears, printed on every core, tied on each depth hitherto, Falling short of justification by transgress decree! Desire of the fresh like a fluctuating fever. as a driving roll, all along the conduct of the world. Lust of the ecosphere, Prince of the power Leading the biosphere, deceiving religious folks with beliefs and gods; as Jewish leaders, Sons of disobedience! By phusis, the broods of wrath, longing the desire of the fiend, Pretence to Father! Lengthy mercy past love toward a man; seeking Him by Faith. Deads made alive in Christ as zombies- “the dead don’t die.” Saved yet, you aren’t worth it! His Laws for man to break as virginity in dog’s hand. By grace you are hoarded- ‘here’s No other way! you are washed, justified and set apart; Prior life is gone! Speak evil of no one, You’re once disobedient.