Psalm 106:38 And shed innocent blood, even the blood of their sons and of their daughters, whom they sacrificed unto the idols of Canaan: and the land was polluted with blood.
Leviticus 18:21 And thou shalt not let any of thy seed pass through the fire to Molech, neither shalt thou profane the name of thy God: I am the Lord.
2 Thessalonians 2:3-4Let no man deceive you by any means: for that day shall not come, except there come a falling away first, and that man of sin be revealed, the son of perdition; Who opposeth and exalteth himself above all that is called God, or that is worshipped; so that he as God sitteth in the temple of God, shewing himself that he is God.
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LYRIC FOR THE WEEK
You know I can be found
Sitting home all alone
If you can’t come around
At least please telephone
Don’t be cruel to a heart that’s true
Baby, if I made you mad
For something I might have said
Please, let’s forget my past
The future looks bright ahead
Don’t be cruel to a heart that’s true
I don’t want no other love
Baby, it’s just you I’m thinking of
Don’t stop thinking of me
Don’t make me feel this way
Come on over here and love me
You know what I want you to say
Don’t be cruel to a heart that’s true
Why should we be apart?
I really love you, baby, cross my heart
Let’s walk up to the preacher
And let us say, “I do,”
Then you’ll know you’ll have me
And I’ll know that I’ll have you
Don’t be cruel to a heart that’s true
I don’t want no other love
Baby, it’s just you I’m thinking of
Don’t be cruel to a heart that’s true
Don’t be cruel to a heart that’s true
I don’t want no other love
Baby, it’s just you I’m thinking of
( Don’t Be Cruel – by Otis Blackwell, Elvis Aaron Presley )
ELVIS PASSED AWAY 49 YEARS AGO TODAY.
LYRIC FOR THE WEEK (BONUS REPEAT FROM A FEW MONTHS AGO)
I was thinking that night about Elvis
Day that he died, day that he died
I was thinking that night about Elvis
Day that he died, day that he died
Just a country boy
That combed his hair
And he put on a shirt his mother made
And went on the air
And he shook it like a chorus girl
He shook it like a Harlem queen
He shook it like a midnight rambler, baby
Like you never seen
I was thinking that night about Elvis
Day that he died, day that he died
I was thinking that night about Elvis
Day that he died, day that he died
How he took it all
Out of black and white
Grabbed his wand in the other hand
And he held on tight
And he shook it like a hurricane
He shook it like to make it break
And he shook it like a holy roller, baby
With his soul at stake, his soul at stake
I was thinking that night about Elvis
Day that he died, day that he died
I was thinking that night about Elvis
Day that he died, day that he died
He was all alone
In a long decline
Thinking how happy John Henry was
That he fell down and died
When he shook it and it rang like silver
He shook it and it shined like gold
He shook it and he beat that steam drill, baby
Well, bless my soul, bless my soul
Galatians 2:4 And that because of false brethren unawares brought in, who came in privily to spy out our liberty which we have in Christ Jesus, that they might bring us into bondage:
Isaiah 26:20-21 Come, my people, enter thou into thy chambers, and shut thy doors about thee: hide thyself as it were for a little moment, until the indignation be overpast. For, behold, the Lord cometh out of his place to punish the inhabitants of the earth for their iniquity: the earth also shall disclose her blood, and shall no more cover her slain.
Matthew 26:26 And as they were eating, Jesus took bread, and blessed it, and brake it, and gave it to the disciples, and said, Take, eat; this is my body.
Luke 12:2-3 For there is nothing covered, that shall not be revealed; neither hid, that shall not be known. Therefore whatsoever ye have spoken in darkness shall be heard in the light; and that which ye have spoken in the ear in closets shall be proclaimed upon the housetops.
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LYRIC FOR THE WEEK
For thirty years they sang the
song of promised victory
But who they’ve fought and who has won
Didn’t matter much to me
I see them driving down the streets
In their fancy shiny cars
Crowds of people to their feet
Their faces full of scars
No pleasantries, no luxuries
No little children’s milk
While minister’s wives spent
all their lives
In China’s finest silk
My back’s been broken many times
But my spirit lingers on
The day it comes my way on
freedom’s ship
I will be gone
[Chorus]
From hell to paradise
I’ll always pay the price
From hell to paradise
I’ll always pay the price
This ninety mile trip
has taken thirty years to make
They tried to keep
forever what was never theirs to take
I cursed and scratched the devil’s hand
As he stood in front of me
One last drag from his big cigar
And he finally set me free
Con ojos tiernos algun dia te mirare
Con brases abiertos algun dia abrasare
Hay mi Havana cuando pueda regresare
[Translation:]
With tender eyes someday I’ll look at you
With open arms someday I’ll embrace you
My old Havana someday I will return