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Wicked generation

The word makes sense to those who see sense senseless to those who senseless so see it so in the beginning there was the word and with the word was God and God was the word With Him everything was made and without Him nothing was that is The word searches our hearts in persuit for resting place But our hearts are hardened, darkened by the evil one We persue our course with breathing fires We lock our hearts and swallow the keys like pharaoh our hearts are hardened We find happiness in disguising things We judge others but all we want is to be exalted We forget our creator and our role on earth We think it's good till it gets real, nothing seems good till something gets real We compete in sin and call it fame We disguise the lord and call it fun We ignore the word and call that YOLO We kill for revenge and call it justice We defile our bodies and forget it's the Lord's temple We glorify immorality and crucify those who wait on the Lord We weaver and weaver and call that salvation We clothe our outside but are naked inside We clean our outside but rotting in the inside We love the world and can do anything for fun We spent time in darkness but want a single day of limelight light has come into the world but we like darkness we love God but with our lips We speak of hope that is on the hook no more light at the end of the tunnel We bathe in hopes like a lady Bathed in the afterglow of the morning sun in the beach We only value what is dear to the flesh.. Loving God with edit of mind But deny is just deny We thrive in sin and it's a way of life Oooh evil generation haunted and ruled by the Evil one ooh daughters and sons of Jezebel oooh dwellers of Sodoma and Gomorrah Sons and daughters of the world don't u see this tower has fire ignited on ground floors don't u see this wrath of the Lord Don't u read what happened in Nineveh during the times of Jonah Come back to Him and he will make us anew Like a hen gathers her chicks and protects them under her wings like a mother never forgets her breastfeeding child like a king who finds compassion on his servants, We shall be In God Then wait upon Him Waiting upon God means honouring God Honouring God means pleasing God Pleasing God means presenting our best to God Presenting our best to God means not finding rest till we find a resting place for God, this means unacceptance of lives challenges for He will have a way out for us Blessed be the name of the lord

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