Rule of Threes Four
Messiah’s portent
His advent, descent, ascent
Returns to cement
Apostates conspire
To douse the prophet's hellfire
But reap God's backfire
Curse your weighted scale
Your oppression leaves a trail
God's scale will prevail
Salvation has highs
Persecutions brutalize
Faith to exercise
Human worth erodes
Divine judgment at crossroads
Man's defense implodes
Too close to the edge
Our foolish pride drives the wedge
Zeal without knowledge
Reflection is more
His fellowship to adore
He is my Mentor
Your greatest regret
Resolved to pay your own Debt
Mercy was forfeit
Your heart goes astray
Discipline has a field day
Learning the hard way
Fruit promised to Thee
Appearance no guarantee
The Withered Fig Tree
Subletting your mind
Holy Spirit redesigned
Mind of Christ enshrined
What is happening
When vision is darkening
Ruin ripening
Witness our sonship
By the Spirit's leadership
All sons are blue chip
Satan likes grifting
Jesus winnows for gifting
Gospel uplifting
Spirit's wind driven
Another is forgiven
Joy gusting Heaven
Reaping what you sowed
Turning left down Sixes Road
Sheol's toll is owed
Earth's biggest and best
His rule to loathe and protest
The endtime's slugfest
Their blood He will wrest
His war chest means no contest
Repentance is best
Christ has David's key
Restore kingdom dynasty
Israel saved finally
Embrace servanthood
Self-fulfillment never could
Greatest of all would
Fail to defeat it
'Cause you never unsheathe it
Sword of the Spirit
Truth is surrounded
The Devil's Puke expounded
Red Sea dry-grounded
The accident rules
It's evolution in schools
The Devil's Puke fools
Spirit's beefy-stock
His high-octane anti-knock
Prevents vapid-lock
Inventors of lies
Spinning a web that's crosswise
God's truth to revise
You say, "I'm godlike"
So, I'll make your foes Godlike
They'll strike with My pike
They will look to Me
The One they nailed to a tree
Your King verily
Change became chasing
Always on to the next thing
Pursuing Cha-Ching
Breaking fish and bread
His blessing unleashed and spread
Still came out ahead
Broken, bled, and dead
Redemption finished and spread
Still came out ahead
Terror will double
The time of Jacob's trouble
He'll raise from rubble
Our tongue the field-test
Do we possess what's professed
Or phony at best
Jesus' backstory
Christ our doorway to glory
Starts our new story
My will is Supreme
Your wayward passions extreme
Prayer not a scheme
Reward is all Mine
"I Am", the only Lifeline
The true Finish Line
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