Points the Compass True South

A bloodhound sleuth lost the scent of time’s belt, Of youths’ pants slipping relentlessly South. Moons’ full exposure with nary a welt. The ruthless truth will not release its mouth. 8/15/2018 Stand firm then with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place Ephesians 6:14 NIV “What is truth?” Pilate asked John 18:38 NIV Woe to those who call evil good and good evil, who put darkness for light and light for darkness, who put bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter. Isaiah 5:20 NIV