Isaiah 33:15-16He that walketh righteously, and speaketh uprightly; he that despiseth the gain of oppressions, that shaketh his hands from holding of bribes, that stoppeth his ears from hearing of blood, and shutteth his eyes from seeing evil; He shall dwell on high: his place of defence shall be the munitions of rocks: bread shall be given him; his waters shall be sure.
1 Chronicles 29:15 For we are strangers before thee, and sojourners, as were all our fathers: our days on the earth are as a shadow, and there is none abiding.
LYRIC FOR THE WEEEK
Cruisin’ down the center of a two way street
Wond’rin’ who is really in the driver’s seat
Mindin’ my bus’ness along comes big brother
Says, “Son, you better get on one side or the other.”
I’m out on the border, I’m walkin’ the line
Don’t you tell me ’bout your law and order
I’m try’n’ to change this water to wine.
After a hard day, I’m safe at home
Foolin’ with my baby on the telephone
Out of nowhere somebody cuts in and
Says, “Hmm, you in some trouble boy, we know where you’re been.”
I’m out on the border
I thought this was a private line
Don’t you tell me ’bout your law and order
I’m try’n’ to change this water to wine
Never mind your name, just give us your number, mm
Never mind your face, just show us your card, mm
And we wanna know whose wing are you under
You better step to the right or we can make it hard
I’m stuck on the border
All I wanted was some peace of mind
Don’t you tell me ’bout your law and order
I’m try’n’ to change this water to wine
On the border
On the border
On the border
On the border
On the border
Leave me be , I’m just walkin’ this line
On the border
On the border
All I wanted was some peace of mind, peace of mind
I’m out on the border
On the border
Can’t you see I’m tryin to change this water to wine
Don’t you tell me ’bout your law and order
Sick and tired of all your law and order
Sick and tired of it
(On The Border by Glenn Frey, Don Henley, and Bernie Leadon )
Genesis 3:14 And the Lord God said unto the serpent, Because thou hast done this, thou art cursed above all cattle, and above every beast of the field; upon thy belly shalt thou go, and dust shalt thou eat all the days of thy life:
ABC Uses Neutral Pronouns for Trans Philly Shooter, Edits Out DA Saying ‘Man’ – Nicholas Fondacaro – HMM, A BLACK TRANSGENDER. THIS WILL BE OUT OF THE NEWS CYCLE IN NO TIME. NOT THE RIGHT NARRATIVE, ALTHOUGH A SEXUALLY DISTURBED PERSON SHOULD BE A NARRATIVE JUST AS MUCH AS A SO-CALLED WHITE-SUPREMACIST WITH A WEAPON OF WAR IS A NARRATIVE. IT’S THE PERSON, PEOPLE, WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO SEE THAT. AND BY THE WAY, WHAT EVER BECAME OF THE NASHVILLE TRANSGENDER SHOOTER’S MANIFESTO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ecclesiastes 9:10 Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might; for there is no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in the grave, whither thou goest.
Jeremiah 17:11 As the partridge sitteth on eggs, and hatcheth them not; so he that getteth riches, and not by right, shall leave them in the midst of his days, and at his end shall be a fool.
LYRIC FOR THE WEEK ( USED BEFORE BUT IT’S BEEN 5 YEARS. GOOD ONE FOR THE FOURTH. WATCH BOTH VIDEOS AND THEN ASK YOURSELF WHAT ARE WE REALLY FIGHTING WARS FOR! )
Some folks are born made to wave the flag
Ooh, they’re red, white and blue
And when the band plays “Hail To The Chief”
Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord
It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no senator’s son, son
It ain’t me, it ain’t me; I ain’t no fortunate one, no
Some folks are born silver spoon in hand
Lord, don’t they help themselves, oh
But when the taxman come to the door
Lord, the house lookin’ like a rummage sale, yeah
It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no millionaire’s son, no, no
It ain’t me, it ain’t me; I ain’t no fortunate one, no
Yeah!
Some folks inherit star-spangled eyes
Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord
And when you ask ’em, “How much should we give?”
Ooh, they only answer, “More! More! More!” Yo
It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no military son, son
It ain’t me, it ain’t me; I ain’t no fortunate one, one
It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no fortunate one, no no no
It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no fortunate son, no no no
It ain’t me, it ain’t me