“And since they did not see fit to acknowledge God,
God gave them up to a debased mind to do what ought not to be done.”
Sludged foundation, built on trash and rotted out.
Losing their minds to the illness.
Scheming new ways to sin.
Let a little of their poison in
and the seed starts to infect.
Years go by and the rats will accumulate in tunnels under your house,
And the house caves in.
Call on the Carpenter,
To cleanse the temple,
Purge the parasites that drain.
Curb the merchants monetizing your shame.
You are the house of God
What are you based on?
Rebuild your foundation.
Cleave to the Cornerstone.
"All other ground is shifting sand"
Stand solid against the wave of dissipation.
“Rock of stumbling and offense.”
The snake cringes at that Pillar, they seethe at your indestructible base.
They cannot sink their crooked teeth in.
“Christ is Lord”
Speak truth, the dark hates the light,
And it will scatter at a spark.