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In life have i come to realise,
In the progression of moon and time.
That many a believer bought by blood,
Are still tossed around like nods.
Many professed to have been in faith,
For decades,centuries,even from birth.
Seem to feed on milk still,
The strong meat may get broken their teeth:
Many have said even aloud,
Like a host of raven a-crowd:
'I'm born into this faith before you,
And can tell you by bound it's rule'.
But this folks can't discern the spirit,
All they're specialised in is lie laudries.
Decade have they been in the way,
Yet they're like ones that are astray.
They can't hear from the Holy Spirit,
Hence are tossed around by calamities.
Like an adder that swallowed a frog,
Have they been in faith like rugs:
Can't move from one place to another,
To'n'fro did diverse teaching toss them
yonder.
They always tend to be pests,
And then they in laziness rest.
Don't get in track with such folks,
Discover how your God with you talk.
Stop being a pest,
Many want to on you rest.
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