If by His Spirit you discern theirs
Then you know what I mean
When I say they are dead

For their appearance is deceiving
In their heart they are conniving
So many surround me, I bleed

They cannot look me in the eye
If they do, they cannot see why
I Love them despite their deeds


Burdened Offering

In my anguish, I did not relent
The Lord remained with me
He did not abandon me

Now my heart is heavily burdened
Oh superior anguish indeed
Those whom I love abandon me

There’s nothing left for me here
I have no friends, no memory
Only God, He is all of me

The world revolts me, yet He has pity
This extreme pain by rejection
I felt it all as Him

I plead for destruction of Satan’s grip
No one cares, they’re placid and dead
Oh God release them by my own death!

Disasters Will Escalate

The Lord has opened my heart
Revealed truths forgotten and unsaid
The gifts by His Spirit my daily bread
Now closer than ever to Him my Lord
His Joy and His Sorrow adorned

To partake in His suffering and death
An undeserved privilege I’ve lived
I do all of this for the forsaken and lost
Teach those who are unforgiving
To forgive and forget, to not regret

I have nothing to give Him
Everything comes from Him
Except that which is our decision
To live according to His Will
If you truly believe and see
You’ll know this does not come from me

So listen closely, in Truth and believe
The Lord is indeed coming again
The world you all created against
Breeds hatred and resentment
Towards one another and there is no Love

It is with great sorrow I must state
That it is by the Lord’s command
That the disasters severely escalate
Due to your deplorable state and hate
Lord’s Angels flood from the Gate

It gives me no pleasure to break
Satan’s grip by forceful measure
Christ’s prophets have delivered
But you reject them and continue in sin
Rejecting God and the message to repent

Elohim Adonai


I’ve stirred chaos with His finger
Yet the world knows not it was through me
What more shall come to pass
What has yet to be written
Has yet to be revealed
An avalanche of calamities is what you need
To wake up and reject the greed

Open To The Knock

I’m weary with intense suffering
Losing myself to this Love
God’s been busy I can tell
Cause the suffering turns to joy

I am the epitome of scandal
The lowest and least of you all
Deified by Grace and offering
My heart it burns, it burns for you

But institutions burn garbage as incense
It angers Him who sits on the Throne
Time is running out fast for them
Need to deliver this message of truth

None listen, they are dismissive
They’ve slammed the door on His face
He still knocks again and again
They better open the door before He walks away

Wake From Your Sleep

Now my heart is heavy
With a sorrow that is deep
About a world so very deceived
They need to wake up from sleep
To do my part takes its toll
Either songs with joy or destruction with pain

We can do whatever We want
I’ve given over my own will
All I have left is nothing but Him
He is mine and I am His
Disasters I have commanded in His Name
Songs of true Love go unheard