Every level is a Devil
Every level we clime we leave a Devil behind.
Te’s the season of success
To know that we are bless.
So to hell with the Devil
Let the glory blaze.
He ain’t on our level
And I’m not amaze
It’s a battle cry the clanging of swords.
The power of the tongue is a war of words.
That unruly member knows no love
The sky is a ceiling from God above.
Jesus Christ and Him crucified
Te’s the end of an era God applied.
The authenticity of the creator to write a verse.
To bless or to curse we meet our maker.
If you are insulted because of the name of Christ, you are blessed, for the Spirit of glory and of God rests on you.
Beloved, do not be surprised at the fiery trial that has come upon you, as though something strange were happening to you.
Te’s the season of success
To know that we are bless.
Your life is not a prank when Christ fill’s in the blank.
But if you suffer as a Christian, do not be ashamed, but glorify God that you bear that name.
…those who suffer according to God’s will should entrust their souls to their faithful Creator and continue to do good.
Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.
Gairey
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