We have so much to give thanks for
every day, God's blessings are great
if we just stop and try to count them
nothing's too hard to put on our plate
Things we receive may be small
but thanks should be given for them
for all things come from our creator
whether big or small, God sends gems
God is so great to His people
abundant giving is the Lord of all
so we must give Him all our praise
His blessings make us all ten feet tall
The greatest blessing is our salvation
thank Jesus always for His great love
this took Him all the way to Calvary
paid the price for our redemption from above
Filling our hearts with thankfulness
having God's assurance that we are His own
so give all the glory He deserves
send all praise to His eternal throne
He refused to conform~ that rebel
Stayed in trouble which was terrible
Now in old age pays the wage
Lives in regret, inside now his stage
God paid the price he won't land pell-mell.
Behold, God is my salvation
in His perfect love rescued me
dying for my sin on Calvary's cross
Jesus paid the price to set me free
I will trust and not be afraid
by faith in God's wondrous grace
inspired by the living word
line by line His love to trace
For the Lord Jehovah is my strength and song
walking step by step redemption's way
lead by His Spirit, sing His praise
walking towards heaven day by day
Through many trials and temptations
The Lord gives His strength and peace
standing fast against satan's schemes
The Lord assures these wars will cease
God, in His great mercy, is redeemer
for He has become my salvation
such a precious gift for His own
a price can't be put on any valuation
('Behold, God is my salvation; I will trust, and not be afraid: for the Lord Jehovah is my strength and my song; he also is become my salvation.')
Isaiah 12: 2 (KJV)
Yellow spot.
Turtle dove.
Lemon squeeze.
Take offence follow lines.
Blow the trumpet and harken the seven skies.
Rage baited called a clown.
Honey suckle my baby doll.
Moon over my hammy calls to me with her hazel eyes she shines greatly.
Juniper Diamond ravaging.
Walnut clothed heavy cream.
Nine toes ten paths all lead me to my King.
Jesus Christ Lord of Lords.
All Hail Jesus forever.
Yellow Spot blue turtle dove.
Mint toffee crimson blood.
He paid the price for our sins rose from the dead defeated death itself.
Awaiting my Pirate Queen of Czechia.
It has been undone, the titled piece this is forerun and took that last leap of faith off the table, it has been tabled indefinitely like warlocks oft weasel, and so the middleman paid the price but Katie's price is not a lady of the night, so we gallivant and palaver so sneaky that shadowy nape, per-chance it prickled like steepes of the southern crates, so we sit in fervor only when we gather, like a wish made clearly in the night's dappled skyward cloth fixed the firm glance that must distrust, the wish indeed, a fervent oil, like early morning that has been left to roil.
Jesus Came
Jesus came to seek
Jesus came to save,
Jesus came to seek and save
Those lost in hopeless ways.
It was no easy work to do
All evil strong opposed Him
In all ways tempted just like us
No evil overcame Him.
On Calvary He died
Paid the price for all our sins
Rose again victorious
In triumph from the grave.
And now He gives to me the task
To seek and save the lost
Forgiveness free to share with all
My Jesus paid the cost!
“The Son of Man has come to seek and to save that which was lost.”
Luke 19:10
Forgiveness doesn’t live here,
so don’t come knocking at this door.
It’s closed.
I already paid the price with a broken heart.
Forgiveness doesn’t live here anymore.
I locked that door.
“I’m sorry” will never fix this broken soul.
Don’t ask.
I paid the price when you nailed me to the cross.
Now I bleed on people who never cut me.
So don’t ask me for forgiveness.
It doesn’t live here.
And I don’t care.
You were the only one I trusted.
Now I’m broken and fragile.
Love stopped living here, so I don’t care.
I already paid a price money can’t buy.
I will never forgive you,
so don’t ask.
Forgiveness doesn’t live in the walls you built.
Bitterness and pain - that’s all that lives within.
Don’t ask.
Forgiveness comes at a cost money can’t fix.
The Hollow Toll of Hell
Old witch plucked out every hair
To weave her wicked snares.
But a deal demands a spirit pure,
And hers was beyond repair.
She traded a thumb, she traded an eye,
Yet still she paraded on
Seeking the key for the gate, the hidden escape,
Before the rise of dawn.
With nothing left of flesh or bone,
No gold left to toll,
She reached the brink and paid the price:
The sale of her hollow soul.
She was there
waiting
with the child;
she was, each day.
He didn’t know;
in isolation.
He had killed
paid the price
now they do.
Son of man raised up
Driven through the cross
He died for our sins
Paid the price for our crimes
He rose from the dead
He is coming back to judge the living and the dead
Jesus is God
Trinity is true
Father Son and Holy Spirit three are one
Jerusalem is now Sodom and Egypt
Jesus is Holy
Jesus is God
Jesus is The Lord of Lords
King of Kings Jesus rules all the earth
Jesus Rose from the Dead
Jesus is the Only way to The Father
No way to God but through the Lamb of God
His Blood washed us clean
Jesus is The Only Way
The Glory of the Lord will return to us
He has not forsaken us we Must Trust In Jesus
When he told me he didn’t want our baby
I snapped you see went a little crazy
How dare you look into my Black Excalibur eyes
And walk away carefree leaving lies
Heartbroken maybe it was deeper than
Word I can find to describe such a man
I couldn’t be happy not knowing this
Or could I all nappy run that back sis
Sitting at the clinic in a Georgia town
Alone with my baby in my belly brown
I knew I couldn’t do it cut it’s life short
Crying nurses soothing I didn’t abort
But my son still paid the price it’s sad
For in his life was a reluctant dad
Who never did anything no gifts no visits
Heartbreaking for him making me livid
Be careful who you walk away from
One day you will need your son
Not the blood of bulls and rams,
goats or turtle doves, the only
Blood that purifies, is that from
Divine Love! obiediance required
A special type of man' Yeshua He
Was to be born, of a pure; woman'
So blood of human and Divine did
Course the the veins of He.' Who
Redeemed those who will own? His
Sacrifice on the tree, not human
Blood that paid the price here I ask
For quiet thought.? Can any priest bring
Suitable? Not if holy spirit taught.'
Such blood as this was Gods own
Gift.' NOW AWAY WITH OTHER SORTS.!
To enter into Gods heaven, you need
No pomp or hype' just reason of His
Manner, who washed His chosens
feet accept Him humble, whipped and
Mocked, and I know; He'll snatch you from
Defeat.)
Arrange every single drop with class,
ready to be the grande opening?
Take the chance and reveal it all.
In a splash of shade and trash polka,
silver linings are the cherry on top.
Paid the price with that blob of tears,
added a graffiti twist to the pristine.
Yanked out the picture inside my head
now it’s out there for everyone to see.
Eat it all up, let them feel your authentic.
"To leave the world behind,
walk with the world till the right time"
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Flow of ancient waters, deep and rich,
Depth that sings a soft and playful sound.
Mother to a million thriving lives,
Father fierce and solemn, darkly crowned.
It surrenders not to anyone;
It girds the world with resonance and might.
Stretching through boundless realms of time,
Cleansing every wound with gentle bite.
High lives its tidal, roaring fury
Waters rise, still holding onto spice.
Existence honors all it carries,
For every soul has surely paid the price.
Love, and peace, and endless prosperity
The Great Indian Ocean still relies.
Its salutation reaches every shoreline,
When we call, the deep blue love replies.
Neither does its vastness see an ending,
Nor does its ageless beauty ever fade.
A single sweep of blue-lit, aching heaven
So old, so wise, and wealthy in its ways.
I’ve ridden long ’cross windswept land,
Seen men lie with a shake of hand.
Smiles can fool, and words can bend—
But a horse stays honest ‘til the end.
People come with masks and games,
Talk in riddles, shift the blame.
But a mustang don’t play make-believe—
He gives what’s real, not what you need.
A horse don’t gossip, scheme, or plot,
He don’t forget what folks forgot.
He learns your heart, he knows your ways—
And still he stands through all your days.
I’ve trusted folks, and paid the price,
Heard sweet tongues deal loaded dice.
But reins in hand and saddle tight—
A horse rides true in day or night.
I’d take a horse ‘fore any crowd,
Where truth runs quiet, not loud.
They don’t judge tears, they don’t fake grace—
Just steady strength in an open space.
So when I die, don’t dress me grand,
No polished wood or preacher’s stand.
Just lay me down beneath the sky—
With horses grazin’ wanderin’ by.
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