In
search of the truth is what men are when they seek and find white lies in black
magic;
Illogical.
When
they spend their lives in thrifty and wanton living,
Like
the prodigal.
When
they link their family tree genealogies to Jesus and Mary Magdalene and call
themselves the Jesus genes;
Outrageous.
Yet
we know the truth, that Jesus was celibate, bet He didn’t sell His soul,
No
sin was found in Him, so we celebrate.
The
live that He lived, the life that He gave.
Christ
died and ROSE from the dead and you still wanna bring CARNATIONS to His grave?
Nah!
He did not re-incarnate, He resurrected, empty tomb is proof.
Was
seen with witnesses who saw Him rise to the skies as they stood aloof.
Our
unbelief is the reason He bled and died,
Best
believe that on the 3rd day He did rise.
Yet
some still write lies about Him, but they are pen-silly,
No
wonder in that syllabus, they write on foolscaps.
In
that silly bus they ride on fools’ scalps
and
need to alight. A Light
We
need a light in this dark world and He is the Sun, the Son, the center of our
SOULar system
And
I am only a satellite, orbiting around Him, reflecting His light.
History
points to Him, the future points back at Him. The first born over all creation,
He is before all things and in Him all things consist.
See,
the Truth is NOT relative
The
Truth is absolute. Was, is and will be.
CONSTANT.
No
surges with its power. It is able to set free, so
If
your ‘truth’ has you bound, then it’s false.
If
it cannot stand the test of time, then it falls…
Short.
But
only one thing, One person remains standing tall and He is the one you seek.
Jesus
Christ.
And
that’s The Truth.
