Who shall speak and teach us these things?
A wound in my heart continue to fester
That which was begun by the Spirit
It's now perfected through flesh
" Sow seed" has become a language of the saints
Blood of the saviour no longer speak salvation
But money power fame and prosperity?
Anointing oil and prayer clothes for sale
Lazy gluttons steal from innocent souls
Freely you received now with money you sale?
Wake up from your slumber oh saints
Let the dew of the morning wash your eyes
Let streams of life spring forth from your heart
The way truth and life remains to be One
Who is this that will purchase God?
Preachers have become looters of the saints
With sweet and perverse doctrines they loot
" Don't touch anointed" a coat on their lips is seen encrypted
They forget to imitate the Anointed One
Heaven is not for preachers but to those that does the will of God
God's business is not money and silver
But transformation of sons and daughters into His Kingdom
God is not for sale but for save
Take courage and sail through His word
His Son is standing at your door knocking for free.
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"Which say, Stand by thyself, come not near me; for I am holier than thou. These are a smoke in my nose, a fire that burns all the day."
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