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The real fealty
Fellowship with Deity
Not aseity

Where is His power?
Do not let His will sour
Why you don't flower

Man is not the cure
His righteousness is manure
God-Man must procure

Can't laugh off this One
Demons in the swine are done
To the cliff they run

"Life gives me more stress"
Listen more and labor less
Jesus will address

How do you honor?
He will expose the fawner
The unknown goner

"The old is enough"
Even a snake removes sluff
Character stays rough

Saul's zeal missed the mark
Lack of discernment is stark
Groping in the dark

Saul presses his zeal
Self-righteousness to reveal
But heart to congeal

Saul's power oppressed
'Til the Damascus Road wrest
'Twas Jesus' arrest! 

Christ presses His goad
His light fells Saul on the Road
Saul's blindness now showed

Saul's sight is restored
Perceptive eyes from the Lord
Paul is now onboard

Paul's new commission
Man must change his position
"Turn back" decision

What God says is true
Self-will will not look into
Much less live up to

When 'cut to the quick'
Self-will will pick up a brick
Smashing flame and wick

Trusting your own light
Will hasten the loser's plight
And Satan's delight

The last becomes first
The prisoner is reversed
Joseph's dreams have burst

God's truth to discern
Dull hearts continue to spurn
A failure to turn

He changes your song
Melody and lyrics wrong
Music is lifelong

"Bear My Name" is heard
"Brother" is His loving word
Joy and gladness spurred

The Spirit's insight
Rethink Scripture in His light
His light will delight

"The Way" is forward
The glory becomes Godward
His joy bursts inward

Truth will never crater
But lies will crop up later
Turns into traitor

They want you to fail
Then your freedoms to curtail 
Surveillance like jail

Unless you repent
Safety is non-existent
Warning is well-meant

Twisting His gospel
Deserves a sentence in hell
Poisoning His well

Man's build back fetter
What God cursed, rebuild better
Compound the debtor

Take it on the chin
A nation of slaves to sin
Enemies break-in

Clothed in Jesus Christ
None of the races can heist
All heirs come high-priced

From the unhuman:
"The unborn are subhuman"
Womb or a tomb in?

Deut. twenty-nine four
Your fickleness I deplore 
So, wander some more

An external code,
Or fruit of the Spirit mode?
Christ already showed

Seventh Trumpet Bane
When David's Lord starts to reign
Ends Antichrist's feign

Patience fell headlong
Peace stumbled into headstrong
Lack of faith theme song
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