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Messiah’s portent
His advent, descent, ascent
Returns to cement

Apostates conspire
To douse the prophet's hellfire
But reap God's backfire

Curse your weighted scale
Your oppression leaves a trail
God's scale will prevail

Salvation has highs
Persecutions brutalize
Faith to exercise

Human worth erodes
Divine judgment at crossroads
Man's defense implodes

Too close to the edge
Our foolish pride drives the wedge
Zeal without knowledge

Reflection is more
His fellowship to adore
He is my Mentor

Your greatest regret
Resolved to pay your own Debt
Mercy was forfeit

Your heart goes astray
Discipline has a field day
Learning the hard way

Fruit promised to Thee
Appearance no guarantee
The Withered Fig Tree

Subletting your mind
Holy Spirit redesigned
Mind of Christ enshrined

What is happening
When vision is darkening
Ruin ripening 

Witness our sonship
By the Spirit's leadership
All sons are blue chip

Satan likes grifting
Jesus winnows for gifting
Gospel uplifting

Spirit's wind driven
Another is forgiven
Joy gusting Heaven

Reaping what you sowed
Turning left down Sixes Road
Sheol's toll is owed

Earth's biggest and best
His rule to loathe and protest 
The endtime's slugfest

Their blood He will wrest
His war chest means no contest
Repentance is best

Christ has David's key
Restore kingdom dynasty
Israel saved finally

Embrace servanthood
Self-fulfillment never could
Greatest of all would

Fail to defeat it
'Cause you never unsheathe it
Sword of the Spirit

Truth is surrounded
The Devil's Puke expounded
Red Sea dry-grounded

The accident rules
It's evolution in schools
The Devil's Puke fools

Spirit's beefy-stock
His high-octane anti-knock
Prevents vapid-lock

Inventors of lies
Spinning a web that's crosswise
God's truth to revise

You say, "I'm godlike"
So, I'll make your foes Godlike
They'll strike with My pike

They will look to Me
The One they nailed to a tree
Your King verily

Change became chasing
Always on to the next thing
Pursuing Cha-Ching

Breaking fish and bread
His blessing unleashed and spread
Still came out ahead

Broken, bled, and dead
Redemption finished and spread
Still came out ahead

Terror will double
The time of Jacob's trouble
He'll raise from rubble

Our tongue the field-test
Do we possess what's professed
Or phony at best

Jesus' backstory
Christ our doorway to glory
Starts our new story

My will is Supreme
Your wayward passions extreme
Prayer not a scheme

Reward is all Mine
"I Am", the only Lifeline
The true Finish Line
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