In Search Of The Truth

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 3^rd 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.