1 Tim 1:17 Now unto the King eternal, immortal, invisible,
the only wise God, be honour and glory for ever and ever. Amen.
Nailed for You
My nails they drip with blood
The pain will never end
I feel no one is listening
To messages I send.
The hustle and hurried world
Goes on without a care,
Ranting about the moment
In the media blitz they share.
Gossip crawls along the floor
Then slowly up the wall
Clinging to the idle ones
I slowly watch them fall.
Was death not enough for them
Were miracles a game?
Are blessings things that they seek
On a whim in my name?
While claiming that they look to me
They’re often caught unaware
Of falling in the pit to hell
Crying out that life’s unfair.
A voice was not given you
To babble like a brook.
Life was freely given
So it’s me to whom you look.
Wasted seasons spent
On anger that you spew
Withered moments now all gone;
Away from me you drew.
The time to call is not at death
Embrace me while you’re living.
To each and every one of you
My blood is well worth giving.
Col. 2:14 Blotting out the handwriting of ordinances
that was against us, which was contrary to us, and took it out of the way, nailing
it to his cross;
