Spoke unto the father's by the prophets
Now spoken unto us by his Son
Where is the schism?
Isn't there one?
Appointed heir of all things
Co maker of the world's
The brightness of his glory
Should not be ignored
At the right hand of the Majesty on high
So much better than the angels
An inheritance obtained
Some say fables
Excellent in name
To which of the angels did he say
At any time
You are my Son.
His will be done.
Every knee shall bow
And Every tongue confess
And of his soul
His children are blessed
His first begotten into the world
His angels spirits
His ministers a flame of fire
The LORD OF HOSTS.
(can't get any higher)
Righteous is the sceptre of his kingdom
Consuming the thieves and the liars
Anointed with the oil of gladness
Comes to set the world on fire
He laid the foundations of the earth
Do we labour in vain?
Will he not bring forth?
The pains until now have brought forth wind..
No deliverance in the earth
Secret sin?
Flaunt it like Gomorrah
But when the Son shines in
The world will be fallen.
Enemies perish
The death of the wicked is not something to cherish
But he shall remain
To him be the glory
His Spirit goes out
Revealed in the story...
Your years shall not fail, sit at my write hand: lying spirits are sent to fools: give the command.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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