In the Kingdom, it's substraction
It's like many are called but few are chosen
It's like in the time of Gideon going to war
God stop them said to him you're too many
In the spiritual battle, numbers don't matter
It's the quality that matters
It's the faithfulness that matters
Those love stomach that is their God
Not worthy to win battles
They are cause for defeat
Carnality cannot trust victory
Spiritual people sees the then and now
In these last days, women rise to power
They have been used as an insult to the enemy
Through Eve, sin enters the world
Through Eve's, they rebound and wins sin
Conquering the world and defeating the enemies
The lust of the flesh, lust of the eyes and
The pride of life weaponizing the flesh
Saving the soul from perdition to salvation.
Controversy can be engaging
But it’s just a smoke screen
For something permeating
He inundates debates with insults and condescension
But can we hear the issues with diplomacy and thoughts
That are transparent and comprehending
Many are called but few are chosen
He’s a ticking bomb, hurt his feelings
And there’s an explosion
I stand with those who are knowledgeable and sane
Not one who promotes games and is deranged
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Build a wall and keep “them” out
He’s building walls now to protect those with clout
Wake up everybody and read between the lines
Our votes will determine if we progress or decline
His agenda is NOT yours or mine.
At dinner one night in Washington
Two politicians were perusing the menu,
Knowing his friend was not seeking
Re-election, he idly asked "what board
Of director-ships are you considering"
The veteran congressman replied...
"The pork is delicious!"
I think Wellstone would
Have agreed what
What my Dad would always say...
"Many are called, but few are chosen"
10/30/13
Now, its now or never, its not an option at all I'm telling you
just being strictly honest inbtween hearts it is Love that compells me
Its my composure that you have shot into pieces, your eyes stab me in the heart like daggers
Now I stagger, I'm putty in your hands no doubt you got me wrapped around your pinky
My friends be like how come we ain't seen you? I say man I'm done for becuz on me she has cast a love spell
And if they think I'm recovering soon I hate to be the barrier of bad news, Together we're a force of nature like the waves that beat against the cliff
I can't really explain the exact extent of our relationship, but ill take the risk, and if my heart gets broken I'll lick the wounds
We are like soldiers that go out to war, she chose me, and many are called but few are chosen
she's true as far as I can see her heart sees
IF I'm cold she says here let me put my arms around you
many are called but few are chosen it states in the Holy Scriptures
and a real encounter with Jesus will give you the full gospel picture
when a Samaritan woman had an encounter with the Lord Jesus Christ
it was a moment that would forever change her life
she was given a testimony that was so powerful in its scope
that she ran and told all of her people she meet the Messiah and was now full of hope
many encountered Jesus of Nazareth during the course of His short stay
Mary with the oil, the woman who bled and the father whom for his child prayed
they all encountered Jesus the Christ, they met Him face to face
and a miracle occurred each time empowered by His mercy and grace
a real encounter with Jesus made everything all right
as they all desired to walk by faith and not by sight
Jesus will know who you are when a relationship with him you pursue
for the light of true belief will then come shining through
so meet Jesus face to face and encounter Him this day
develop a relationship with Him and to Him continue to pray
so welcome Jesus into your heart and embrace His spirituality
for a real encounter with Jesus can change your reality
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