When you’re outside
of Christ, you risk
becoming a son… of
disobedience; pride
puffs itself up and
empty words deceive.
Without Salvation,
no one raises hands
in humility towards
a loving God; there
is no shelter, from
His wrath. Records
in Heaven above are
meticulously kept;
an impenitent heart
will keep you far…
away from eternity.
Apr 27, 2020
Apr 27, 2020 at 2:27 PM UTC
When you’re outside
of Christ, you risk
becoming a son… of
disobedience; pride
puffs itself up and
empty words deceive.
Without Salvation,
no one raises hands
in humility towards
a loving God; there
is no shelter, from
His wrath. Records
in Heaven above are
meticulously kept;
an impenitent heart
will keep you far…
away from eternity.
Inspired by:
Rom 1:18, 2:5; Eph 5:6 and
The real horror of being
outside of Christ is that
there is no shelter from
the wrath of God.
-Eric Alexander
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2018, All rights reserved.
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