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Cordero wade Feb 2014
Satan is always talking, slithering serpent, lying backstabbing manipulator, acting as the accuser, always willing to supply you with a false truth.
Yes ill his intent, hell bent on the control and desecration of your soul roaming to and fro through the earth seeking whom he will devour, successful only when you give him power.
Rest assured Satan is always talking, from Genesis to Revelation continually plotting and planning for your downfall all the while knowing the truth of it all, that his destiny ends in his own destruction and every one of his workman will be crushed right along with him, in the end.
Hear me clearly when I say that sin will not be accepted in the kingdom above or the kingdom below, because Jesus is the way the truth and life and all who believe in him have inherited the kingdom because he bled and died, then arrows on the third day, just as the scriptures say, with the keys to death and the grave, but the question is what do you say?
Cordero wade Feb 2014
Tik Tok, Tik Tok, no more time to talk, clear all the ways of your walk.
Your footsteps I cannot follow, so these words I will just swallow, to be deemed useless and heard no more.
Tick tock, tick tock, time is growing still, around us no more chill, except for that which lies cold and the heartbeat. No comfort, no seat, no rest for my feet.
Inside doesn't like dry in this has overtaken my very function bitterness becomes my friend in what looks like the end as my mind spending spends this bitterness turns to sin.
Tick tock, tick tock, now that I am like the world sick, sad, and greedy, how do I look now? Are you satisfied with my iniquity, outward worldly vocabulary, do you have what you need to judge me properly.
I bet you do. ( This is a poem that I wrote before I accepted Christ.)
Cordero wade Feb 2014
My heart pours with passion for you, unconditional love so true, so deep in the recesses of my soul are embedded in me a code that is meant just for you.
My one and only my rib without you my breath escapes me and I speak in love of you in aww of the way you move, enamored by the way you talk, overjoyed with every breath you take, gazing into your starlet eyes quiets my lips and makes my soul shake with passion for you.
Truth be told as new days unfold I'm filled with deeper understanding.
So take my hand on this journey as we stand on the rock because a new love is birthing.
You are flesh of my flesh and bone of my bone without you I am incomplete. You are my one and only my dove my soulmate and yes the intention is to sweep you off your feet.
You are beauty defined faithful in every way I am blessed with eyes to see you.
With you there is no end to my love because my heart pours with passion just for you.
Cordero wade Feb 2014
It's my time to fly on eagles wings I've been up lifted, renewed, redeem.
Seeing child sing. With love covering me from head to toe my soul is dancing praise the Lord!!!
The sadness that held me the anger that kept me is internally broken my joy has been released.
So classify me if you want by what you have seen and I will say that this means not one meaningful thing, that it's my time to fly on eagles wings I've been uplifted, renewed, redeemed. New strength has entered me the old man that I was is not who I will be and praises be to the Most High God for His Spirit sustains and protects me. Yes it's my time to fly on eagles wings I've been uplifted, renewed, redeemed.
Cordero wade Feb 2014
Love is love,
But how do you classify.
I don't know about you but I can surely testify that love is like the oceans deep, filled with many fish awake or asleep, with many different qualities that add to love's diversity can't you see? Are you still blind to the fact that love itself is greater in width, depth, and quantity.
In this generation we speak love so loosely that the word itself falls for my lips without translation, oozing from broken definitions through all walks of life yes! Love is like a nation, built on a selected foundation right or wrong does not matter as long as it fits outside validation,
Met with the motion mix with action yes love is riddled with many selections.
What do you choose? How do you stand? On the rock or on shifting sand.

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