Proverbs 8:15By me kings reign, and princes decree justice.
LYRIC FOR THE WEEK
I’m a-walkin’ down the street like Lucky Larue
Got my hand in my pocket, thinkin’ ’bout you
I ain’t hurtin’ nobody, I ain’t hurtin’ no one
There’s three hundred men in the state of Tennessee
They’re waiting to die, they won’t never be free
I ain’t hurtin’ nobody, I ain’t hurtin’ no one
Six million seven hundred thousand and thirty three lights on
You think someone could take the time to sit down
And listen to the words of my song
At the beach in Indiana, I was nine years old
Heard Little Richard singing ‘Tutti Frutti’
From the top of a telephone pole
I wasn’t hurtin’ nobody, I wasn’t hurtin’ no one
There’s roosters laying chickens and chickens layin’ eggs
Farm machinery eating people’s arms and legs
I ain’t hurtin’ nobody, I ain’t hurtin’ no one
Perfectly crafted popular hit songs
Never use the wrong rhyme
You’d think that waitress could get my order right the first time
She’s sitting on the back steps just shucking that corn
That gal’s been grinning since the day she was born
She ain’t hurtin’ nobody, she ain’t hurtin’ no one
I used to live in Chicago where the cold wind blows
I delivered more junk mail than the junkyard would hold
I wasn’t hurtin’ nobody, I wasn’t hurtin’ no one
You can fool some of the people part of the time
In a rock and roll song
Fifty million Elvis Presley fans can’t be all wrong
I’m a-walkin’ down the street like Lucky Larue
Got my hand in my pocket, baby, thinkin’ ’bout you
I ain’t hurtin’ nobody, I ain’t hurtin’ no one
I ain’t hurtin’ nobody, I ain’t hurtin’ no one
Hurtin’ nobody, hurtin’ no one
Hurtin’ nobody, hurtin’ no one
Hurtin’ nobody, hurtin’ no one
Isaiah 26:20 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.
Mark 12:38-39And he said unto them in his doctrine, Beware of the scribes, which love to go in long clothing, and love salutations in the marketplaces, And the chief seats in the synagogues, and the uppermost rooms at feasts:
Somalia Drought is Killing Thousands but the World Remains Indifferent – Emily Thompson – BUT THEY HAVE TONS OF ADS ON TV ABOUT HELPING TO FEED THE STARVING JEWS IN UKRAINE. EVER WONDER WHY THAT IS. ALSO THE HEAD OF THE ORGANIZTION THAT DOES THAT, THE (IFCJ) A TAX EXEMPT – 501 (c) IS YAEL EKSTEIN. SHE MADE NEARLY $700,000 IN SALARY IN 2020 WITH YOUR KIND DONATIONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2 Kings 2:24 And he turned back, and looked on them, and cursed them in the name of the Lord. And there came forth two she bears out of the wood, and tare forty and two children of them.
Psalm 75:8 For in the hand of the Lord there is a cup, and the wine is red; it is full of mixture; and he poureth out of the same: but the dregs thereof, all the wicked of the earth shall wring them out, and drink them.
Galatians 5:22-23But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, Meekness, temperance: against such there is no law.
LYRIC FOR THE WEEK
Welcome to the Grand illusion
Come on in and see what’s happening
Pay the price, get your tickets for the show
The stage is set, the band starts playing
Suddenly your heart is pounding
Wishing secretly you were a star.
But don’t be fooled by the radio
The TV or the magazines
They show you photographs of how your life should be
But they’re just someone else’s fantasy
So if you think your life is complete confusion
Because you never win the game
Just remember that it’s a Grand illusion
And deep inside we’re all the same.
We’re all the same…
So if you think your life is complete confusion
Because your neighbors got it made
Just remember that it’s a Grand illusion
And deep inside we’re all the same.
We’re all the same…
America spells competition, join us in our blind ambition
Get yourself a brand new motor car
Someday soon we’ll stop to ponder what on Earth’s this spell we’re under
We made the grade and still we wonder who the hell we are