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Immature reasoning is only a step away from
Satanic wisdom
One step away,
The choice is mine
For every day.
This starts in my spirit
Then goes to my mind;
My body gets life
Or destruction’s the find.
I hear people say,
And I’ve said it too,
“I’m so confused;
Don’t know what to do.”
“I need Jesus heart;
I need Jesus mind;
I keep asking and asking
His will to find;”
“I must know His way;
I can’t fail again;
I don’t trust the advice
That’s coming from men.”
“I read; it’s just words;
So I’d rather pray;
He will surely hear
what I have to say.”
Could it be, you’d rather talk than listen?
You’re asking Me questions
I’ve already written!
If you don’t understand,
I’ve provided a way
That you can apply
What I have to say
My heart is hidden
If you refuse.
You are your own women.
I won’t be used!
My mercy’s in place;
But not forever;
I will not bless
Your futile endeavor
To run to and fro
And plan your own life,
Then say I’m to blame
For all of this strife!
Why won’t you let
My Spirit discern you
And take the lower seat?
This road you’re on
Is not my way
And it leads to sure defeat!
Your form of godliness;
I will not approve;
I’ll not bless your way,
If you choose to use;
The life that I’ve given
To bring honor to you...
I’ve already written
What I’ve told you to do.
Not trusting men
Is just an excuse;
It’s Me you won’t trust;
So you suffer abuse.
I’ve proven to you
Your way I won’t bless;
The time’s getting short
To enter My rest
Confusion turns quickly
If you will submit;
Give up your own pleasure
And I will commit
To do just exactly
What I promised I’d do;
And bring liquid peace,
With security too;
Guiding your feet
In My sure steady way;
Talking things over;
Loving each day.
A women uncovered,
I said is a harlot;
Her head’s to be shaven;
Her clothing is scarlet,
But My offer to you
Is fine woven linen;
All glorious within
And a teacher of women.
Your casual response
To all My instruction
Has put you on
This road to destruction
Opposition of life,
In Satan’s hands,
Has made you angry
And tightened the bands
Of eyes that can’t see
And ears that won’t hear,
So you’ve chosen religion
To keep you from fear;
A temporary fix,
To make you feel good,
But your spirit won’t rest
Like you thought that it would.
So with this understanding,
Your choice should be,
“I’ll do it Your way, Lord;
Please, forgive me.”
“Yes, Yes, Yes!”
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