Post by spitfire888 on Apr 20, 2014 10:12:51 GMT -5
John 3:16 I'm grateful that Jesus conquered Satan by drying for our sins on the cross.... And the evening and the morning were the third day.
Genesis:
14 And God said, Let there be lights in the firmament of the heaven to divide the day from the night; and let them be for signs, and for seasons, and for days, and years:
This 3rd day is a deep metaphor about Jesus as light rising on the first day of the week...
Genesis as it reads what a wonder that is Sunday like when Jesus rose from the dead:
5 And God called the light Day, and the darkness he called Night. And the evening and the morning were the first day.
King
Down through the passage of time and now to the end of this epoch
What has become of man without compassion?
These blessings given yet not received in faith
Many seek in earnest their own glory by any fashion and taste
Humbled and brought down men find no wisdom in loss
Why succumb to anger and let vanity make you a waste
Therefore the wind blows and you know not its course
This world you adore is not a kind host
Too say there is a better way is right
Anointed was he that came for the highest post
Lifted off our shoulders the iniquity of our plight
His language was like no other, dividing the darkness from the light
A sacrifice most don’t believe
Thus will be the greatest torment, a judgment on the eve
Have you ever walked in sandals comforted by a warm summer’s wind as finch’s serenade?
While you cross the neck of the trickling stream, an Oak tree reaches out like a faithful friend
The fruit you carry to your companion, awaits a pie too be made
Happily this couple continues on to the wooden house around the bend
The long journey to the father’s house of the groom comes to an end
The bride who waited through much suffering now at last is about to be married
The groom who broke his back while buying the ring was never buried
The father says, after your thousand-year honeymoon the wooden house is yours
This land will care for you and love will grow
Into your cup he pours
A unity between peoples sharing smiles of affection is what we know
This spirit will be common a joy is known
Stir your heart as you listen to hope that is true
I promise you will see love forever not fading to blue
As we wonder with great awe the travail of the world
Do we not see flowers in the desert, That some day bloom in the spring?
Yet the dragon desires them to be weeds of his Vail
Even if bows are broken the enemy will resort to a sling
That is desperation when one knows defeat is near
You say what is the prize of this unseen struggle
There are many souls on the fence and only two pastures are here
Misled multitudes step down into falsity were fools find no footing in the mire
To always follow the white horse is desolation from the lord and too remain eternally in stubble
Believe the divinity acting with care and a peaceful meadow you will acquire
Would you curse the savior that lifts you out of drowning waters?
Do you choose to reward the old serpent that shuts you in a burning house?
The battle is today and the rapture tomorrow
Whose coat will you borrow?
Genesis:
14 And God said, Let there be lights in the firmament of the heaven to divide the day from the night; and let them be for signs, and for seasons, and for days, and years:
This 3rd day is a deep metaphor about Jesus as light rising on the first day of the week...
Genesis as it reads what a wonder that is Sunday like when Jesus rose from the dead:
5 And God called the light Day, and the darkness he called Night. And the evening and the morning were the first day.
King
Down through the passage of time and now to the end of this epoch
What has become of man without compassion?
These blessings given yet not received in faith
Many seek in earnest their own glory by any fashion and taste
Humbled and brought down men find no wisdom in loss
Why succumb to anger and let vanity make you a waste
Therefore the wind blows and you know not its course
This world you adore is not a kind host
Too say there is a better way is right
Anointed was he that came for the highest post
Lifted off our shoulders the iniquity of our plight
His language was like no other, dividing the darkness from the light
A sacrifice most don’t believe
Thus will be the greatest torment, a judgment on the eve
Have you ever walked in sandals comforted by a warm summer’s wind as finch’s serenade?
While you cross the neck of the trickling stream, an Oak tree reaches out like a faithful friend
The fruit you carry to your companion, awaits a pie too be made
Happily this couple continues on to the wooden house around the bend
The long journey to the father’s house of the groom comes to an end
The bride who waited through much suffering now at last is about to be married
The groom who broke his back while buying the ring was never buried
The father says, after your thousand-year honeymoon the wooden house is yours
This land will care for you and love will grow
Into your cup he pours
A unity between peoples sharing smiles of affection is what we know
This spirit will be common a joy is known
Stir your heart as you listen to hope that is true
I promise you will see love forever not fading to blue
As we wonder with great awe the travail of the world
Do we not see flowers in the desert, That some day bloom in the spring?
Yet the dragon desires them to be weeds of his Vail
Even if bows are broken the enemy will resort to a sling
That is desperation when one knows defeat is near
You say what is the prize of this unseen struggle
There are many souls on the fence and only two pastures are here
Misled multitudes step down into falsity were fools find no footing in the mire
To always follow the white horse is desolation from the lord and too remain eternally in stubble
Believe the divinity acting with care and a peaceful meadow you will acquire
Would you curse the savior that lifts you out of drowning waters?
Do you choose to reward the old serpent that shuts you in a burning house?
The battle is today and the rapture tomorrow
Whose coat will you borrow?
