Fords of Jordan
Your words justified your words condemn their own blood they lay in wait by consent of spiritual things not to entice with them you know what you said Lord knows what you meant For shallow attempts to lead you astray with pretense made their own speech will betray their rock is not our Rock beware leaven true to thyself their own little deity Their so as above is not heaven no fear before their eyes brothers of impropriety they swallow the gravel of sinking sand smooth talk took their hand as pebbles drowning Reaping the foaming shame of a dark land all the while their deeds Jesus is frowning desperate wicked above all things hearts how well you do in the swelling Jordan speak truth in love repent be born again divides asunder the soul and spirit He being Truth knows how to set apart make new hearts not of stone those that fear it
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2012
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