And this time I picked up my club…
Walked boldly into the enemy’s hub.
While I beamed this time, it was he who flinched.
According to Sagie, it is a complete package of music, movies, comedy and a whole lot of fun.
Raise your glass Lucifer; this is goodbye
The social media has become a place of ambush. People show up there, hiding behind handles, airing their opinions with reckless abandon.
…I watched as my last ruins melted into black soot
Taking with it the condemnation of my gory past.
The man who believes
Seated far above, saved in the arms of a perfect saviour
Authority given, kingdoms for the taking
In the name of the son, hearts ablaze
You knew me; that I was so incapable
You saw through my façade of false confidence
You saw that I needed you.
You saw that I was gasping for air, falling, failing…and you became my breath
Putting your life in me, breaking your light into my soul
You did it all. You get the credit
…political groups and campaign organisations have made it their stock in trade to convert songs originally written to praise the almighty God to extol and glorify men in political campaign.
This is highly condemnable, utterly execrable and inexplicably detestable
I think one of the major reasons we seem to find it hard to preach to guys who are all out and deep on the other side of the divide is we don’t ever really talk about our own time on the other side of the divide
There are different ways to get to the top. You can climb up, float up, be pushed up or be caught up. How you get to the top determines to a large extent how long you get to stay there.