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The natural man, the flesh, the pride, will ever hate the One Who died; the One Who rose to blessed Life. The natural man, a man of strife, whose heart is harder than a stone, can never care about a soul, though it be his very own. He puts his hands into a bowl, to wash away his guilt and shame. "I'm innocent! I'm not to blame!" He says aloud for all to hear. The living God he does not fear. Nor does he dare incline his ear, to Wisdom, though it be so near. Nor can his eyes perceive the Light. The Morning Star is much too bright. The natural man, of earth and dust, whose finest armor turns to rust, whose glory as the fading leaf, whose triumph turns to mourning grief, while standing at the judgment day, in terror of the price to pay. Angels drag him to the throne, where he must face his God alone. His each and every single sin, each wicked thought from deep within, the LORD declares and makes all known. The awesome wrath of God now shown! Angels drag him to the flame. He bears the weight that he must claim. All hope is gone, replaced by fear. All memories are crystal clear; regrets to fill and burst the mind. He begs for God to make him blind. It's all too much for him to see. God only mocks his helpless plea. The crushing weight of Infinite, shall tread him in the fiery pit, sulfuric lust, and lava flow. Cackle of the rooster's crow; siren for the sinful mind, to recall a God so kind. He Whose love was spit upon, stricken til His beauty gone, suffering a death so cruel, God was made to seem a fool. He rose again in victory! Ol' Adam knows the ancient story. Unleash the wrath God kept in store. The Gospel's no good news no more. It will not save the reprobate. Christ has shut the mercy gate. Just as he mocked and cursed God's Name, The LORD will now treat him the same. Let saints now pass all thought of them, and fix their eyes upon the Gem. All as one to raise one voice, in songs of praise. As one, rejoice! They ever shall give thanks, of love, unto the Father up above, and to the Son Whose face they see, Whose Spirit dwells eternally, with those elect. They cannot fall. In Christ is God, as One in all.

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The Natural Man

The natural man, the flesh, the pride, will ever hate the One Who died; the One Who rose to blessed Life. The natural man, a man of strife, whose heart is harder than a stone, can never care about a soul, though it be his very own. He puts his hands into a bowl, to wash away his guilt and shame. "I'm innocent! I'm not to blame!" He says aloud for all to hear. The living God he does not fear. Nor does he dare incline his ear, to Wisdom, though it be so near. Nor can his eyes perceive the Light. The Morning Star is much too bright. The natural man, of earth and dust, whose finest armor turns to rust, whose glory as the fading leaf, whose triumph turns to mourning grief, while standing at the judgment day, in terror of the price to pay. Angels drag him to the throne, where he must face his God alone. His each and every single sin, each wicked thought from deep within, the LORD declares and makes all known. The awesome wrath of God now shown! Angels drag him to the flame. He bears the weight that he must claim. All hope is gone, replaced by fear. All memories are crystal clear; regrets to fill and burst the mind. He begs for God to make him blind. It's all too much for him to see. God only mocks his helpless plea. The crushing weight of Infinite, shall tread him in the fiery pit, sulfuric lust, and lava flow. Cackle of the rooster's crow; siren for the sinful mind, to recall a God so kind. He Whose love was spit upon, stricken til His beauty gone, suffering a death so cruel, God was made to seem a fool. He rose again in victory! Ol' Adam knows the ancient story. Unleash the wrath God kept in store. The Gospel's no good news no more. It will not save the reprobate. Christ has shut the mercy gate. Just as he mocked and cursed God's Name, The LORD will now treat him the same. Let saints now pass all thought of them, and fix their eyes upon the Gem. All as one to raise one voice, in songs of praise. As one, rejoice! They ever shall give thanks, of love, unto the Father up above, and to the Son Whose face they see, Whose Spirit dwells eternally, with those elect. They cannot fall. In Christ is God, as One in all.