In Jesus Christ Love does not flicker. It does not fade with failure. It does not turn its face away. His love knows every weakness And does not retreat. It sees every scar And does not despise. It carries the worst of us And gives the best of Himself. People seek perfect love Inside imperfect people— But perfect love Was never meant to be found In dust. It is found in the Holy One Who became flesh, Who bore our shame, Who conquered death, Who loves without limit And without end. True love is not discovered In another fragile heart— It is received From the pierced hands Of a perfect God.
11 For the grace of God has appeared, bringing salvation to all men, 12 instructing us to deny ungodliness and worldly desires and to live sensibly, righteously and godly in the present age, 13 looking for the blessed hope and the appearing of the glory of our great God and Savior, Christ Jesus, 14 who gave Himself for us to redeem us from every lawless deed, and to purify for Himself a people for His own possession, eager for good deeds.
She walks with grace in Sunday dress, A Bible clutched, a clean pretense. She sings the songs, she bows her head, But oh, how far her soul has fled.
Her lips say "Jesus is my Lord," Yet mocks the truth of His own Word. She plays the part, she wears the guise, But all her faith is built on lies.
For once she knew, she once was stirred, Conviction burned through every word. But sin she nursed, she would not flee, And now she's blind and cannot see.
She quenched the Spirit, grieved His flame, She loved her lust and cloaked her shame. And God, in wrath, has turned His face— No longer drawing her by grace.
Her conscience seared, her heart now stone, She walks the path she thinks is known. She boasts in Christ, yet lives in sin, And sees no danger deep within.
A reprobate—yes, this is she, Who lives in fake security. Her hands lift high, her tears may fall, But she has never known Him at all.
She shouts "I'm saved!" and "God is good!" While trampling Christ and all He stood. The cross she wears, a lifeless charm, Yet never fled to Calv’ry’s arm.
No fruit, no fear, no holy awe, She hates God's rule, rejects His law. But still she says, with lifted chin, "I'm born again, though love my sin."
And God has sworn, His Word is true, That many say "Lord, Lord!" — too few Will find the gate, the narrow way, While fools like her will hear "Away!"
So tremble now, O hardened one, Before the Judge, the risen Son. Repent, before it's sealed and done— Before you stand condemned, undone.
He stands on corners, rain or shine, A Bible gripped like sword and spine. His voice is bold, his words are flame, He cries, “Repent! Believe His name!”
The crowds may mock, the cars may jeer, But still he preaches without fear. A prophet's fire is in his breath— He warns of hell, of sin, of death.
To them, he looks like stone and steel, A man untouched by what they feel. But underneath that fearless cry, A broken soul is asking why.
They do not see the sleepless nights, The battles fought in unseen fights, The prayers soaked deep in trembling hands, The sorrow few could understand.
For every sermon that he gives, Another wound within him lives. He weeps for souls that pass him by, And pleads with God, “Lord, tell me why?”
He walks alone, yet not alone, Though silence echoes in his home. His knees are raw, his heart is sore, He knocks on heaven’s heavy door.
Still, to the streets he must return, With lips that ache and eyes that burn. For even when despair is near, He speaks the truth and shows no fear.
Because the cross compels his soul, And heaven's weight has made him whole. Though trembling deep and torn inside, He stands where many run and hide.
A soldier scarred, yet still he stays— Proclaiming Christ through all his days. Not by his strength, but grace alone, He lifts his voice beside the stone.
So if you see him there one day, Preaching loud where sinners stray, Know beneath that thundered plea, Is a broken man—just like you and me.
"Sin is cosmic treason. Sin is treason against a perfectly pure Sovereign. It is an act of supreme ingratitude toward the One to whom we owe everything, to the One who has given us life itself." — R.C. Sproul,
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In Jesus Christ
Love does not flicker.
It does not fade with failure.
It does not turn its face away.
His love knows every weakness
And does not retreat.
It sees every scar
And does not despise.
It carries the worst of us
And gives the best of Himself.
People seek perfect love
Inside imperfect people—
But perfect love
Was never meant to be found
In dust.
It is found in the Holy One
Who became flesh,
Who bore our shame,
Who conquered death,
Who loves without limit
And without end.
True love is not discovered
In another fragile heart—
It is received
From the pierced hands
Of a perfect God.
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Repent and Believe the Gospel!
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WAKE UP AMERICA!!!
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Go Ye Into!
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Titus 2:11–14:
11 For the grace of God has appeared, bringing salvation to all men,
12 instructing us to deny ungodliness and worldly desires and to live sensibly, righteously and godly in the present age,
13 looking for the blessed hope and the appearing of the glory of our great God and Savior, Christ Jesus,
14 who gave Himself for us to redeem us from every lawless deed, and to purify for Himself a people for His own possession, eager for good deeds.
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Yup!
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"Given Over"
She walks with grace in Sunday dress,
A Bible clutched, a clean pretense.
She sings the songs, she bows her head,
But oh, how far her soul has fled.
Her lips say "Jesus is my Lord,"
Yet mocks the truth of His own Word.
She plays the part, she wears the guise,
But all her faith is built on lies.
For once she knew, she once was stirred,
Conviction burned through every word.
But sin she nursed, she would not flee,
And now she's blind and cannot see.
She quenched the Spirit, grieved His flame,
She loved her lust and cloaked her shame.
And God, in wrath, has turned His face—
No longer drawing her by grace.
Her conscience seared, her heart now stone,
She walks the path she thinks is known.
She boasts in Christ, yet lives in sin,
And sees no danger deep within.
A reprobate—yes, this is she,
Who lives in fake security.
Her hands lift high, her tears may fall,
But she has never known Him at all.
She shouts "I'm saved!" and "God is good!"
While trampling Christ and all He stood.
The cross she wears, a lifeless charm,
Yet never fled to Calv’ry’s arm.
No fruit, no fear, no holy awe,
She hates God's rule, rejects His law.
But still she says, with lifted chin,
"I'm born again, though love my sin."
And God has sworn, His Word is true,
That many say "Lord, Lord!" — too few
Will find the gate, the narrow way,
While fools like her will hear "Away!"
So tremble now, O hardened one,
Before the Judge, the risen Son.
Repent, before it's sealed and done—
Before you stand condemned, undone.
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He stands on corners, rain or shine,
A Bible gripped like sword and spine.
His voice is bold, his words are flame,
He cries, “Repent! Believe His name!”
The crowds may mock, the cars may jeer,
But still he preaches without fear.
A prophet's fire is in his breath—
He warns of hell, of sin, of death.
To them, he looks like stone and steel,
A man untouched by what they feel.
But underneath that fearless cry,
A broken soul is asking why.
They do not see the sleepless nights,
The battles fought in unseen fights,
The prayers soaked deep in trembling hands,
The sorrow few could understand.
For every sermon that he gives,
Another wound within him lives.
He weeps for souls that pass him by,
And pleads with God, “Lord, tell me why?”
He walks alone, yet not alone,
Though silence echoes in his home.
His knees are raw, his heart is sore,
He knocks on heaven’s heavy door.
Still, to the streets he must return,
With lips that ache and eyes that burn.
For even when despair is near,
He speaks the truth and shows no fear.
Because the cross compels his soul,
And heaven's weight has made him whole.
Though trembling deep and torn inside,
He stands where many run and hide.
A soldier scarred, yet still he stays—
Proclaiming Christ through all his days.
Not by his strength, but grace alone,
He lifts his voice beside the stone.
So if you see him there one day,
Preaching loud where sinners stray,
Know beneath that thundered plea,
Is a broken man—just like you and me.
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"Sin is cosmic treason. Sin is treason against a perfectly pure Sovereign. It is an act of supreme ingratitude toward the One to whom we owe everything, to the One who has given us life itself."
— R.C. Sproul,
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