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Apr 2014
I live in  a world where Christianity is sold dirt cheap.
Where taxes aren’t involved, without interest rates, signing fees or commitments.
Where we claim to have salvation, yet never walk in it.
Where the churches deem themselves ordained, righteous and holy
You’re not doing anything more than completing your weekly chores.
Where the congregation sings “OUR GOD REIGNS!”, on Sundays.
Where the other six days don’t matter
And the sabbath no longer means rest.

I live in a world, where you can claim Christianity.
Where you can live in a nation that declares “ONE NATION, UNDER GOD”
Yet never experience doctrine, worship, service and fellowship.
Practicing traditions and never knowing the reason behind the season
So we cover up the reason, to make those who never cared, feel better about themselves.
Salvation comes without cost, yes.
Not free from ridicule, persecution, mockery, lies and threats.
Free to accept.
Costly to deny.

I live in a world, where an army continues to rise.
The army of the dead to be more precise.
Where women believe that beauty is physical and sexuality is a must.
And that happiness comes from being held in the arms of a man.
Where the men are taught to be a man and temptations arise.
And that their life has to be kept a secret, behind closed doors.
And when the world experiences heartache, we all of a sudden become united.
And the other days, we act like senseless strangers.
And we treat each other like dirt, through acts of ******, ****, assult, bullying and word of mouth.
The world lies in the palm of our hands, where we’re connected at our fingertips
Which is made  much easier to idolize, lust, cuss and make light of lies.  

I live in a world, where the past defines who we are.
Where the past should be a place of reference,
yet we treat it like a place of residence.

I live in a world, where the Holy Bible is the number one book…. to be stolen.
Yet, the world is still clueless of the wonders under the cover.







So, Woe to you, church.
Sanctuaries filled with apathetic hearts and praises...
My presence should be welcomed in this place
The name of the Son should make you feel overwhelmed.
Fall on your knees and bow before the lamb who was slain.
Proclaiming the truth in the aisles!
Raising praise to the rooftops!

Woe to you, believer
How many times shall we fail again?
Standing upon His very presence.
Yet never digging below the surface to stand upon the truth.
Only going skin deep.
When conviction strikes you flee.
Going farther and farther
But never going out of the father’s reach.
Yes, in the dark it is hard to see,
yet light overcomes the darkness.


He  has  left The Word so that you can unveil all of His promises
Broke in to beam the light of salvation through you.
Christ invited the Spirit to dwell within our very being, as a promise that He’s coming soon.



Have you not heard? Do you not know?
For the Lord our God is the EVERLASTING God.
I count everything I have ever gained as loss, so that I can be lead to the cross
To recrucify each and every day of my life
I'll stop living off of how I feel and start standing on the truth that has already been revealed.
Our God? He is not dead! He is surely alive.
The glory of God has defeated the night.
So that we can see his face, in every sunrise.







Lord, you came and pursued us
No worry in sight.
Got down on one knee and proposed to my heart
Took out ours and gave us yours
Leaving a promise of eternity
Giving us an everlasting salvation,
and if you didn’t know, that lasts forever.
Longer than the drugs, alcohol and temporary fixes that you desire.
God isn’t someone who takes you higher
He’s someone who reduces you to nothing in this world, to show you EVERYTHING he has to give.
Even when we cannot see.


So let this be apathy’s anthem
May the chairs no longer be empty
And the aisles filled with praise
Church this is the time to rise
The time to shine is now, here in this very moment.
Let us rise against the army of the dead
You see, The Lord shall not return again until it is good again.

What is it going to take? O, Believer?
Things cannot be made much easier for you.
As the Lord commanded Joshua to be strong and courageous, you to shall reciprocate.
You are not free from the ridcule of this demonic world. People shall rise against you.
And in the day of ridicule, there shall be one always with you. And that will be Christ our eternal Savior.

May it be so.
Micaela Tennis
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