Nahum 1:3 The Lord is slow to anger, and great in power, and will not at all acquit the wicked: the Lord hath his way in the whirlwind and in the storm, and the clouds are the dust of his feet.
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It’s two A.M., it’s two A.M The fear has gone, the fear has gone I’m sittin’ here waitin’, the gun’s still warm Sittin’ here waitin’, the gun’s still warm Maybe my connection is tired of takin’ chances Yeah there’s a storm on the loose, sirens in my head Wrapped up in silence, all circuits are dead Cannot decode, my whole life spins into a frenzy
Help I’m steppin’ into the twilight zone Place is a madhouse, feels like being cloned My beacon’s been moved under moon and star Where am I to go, now that I’ve gone too far Help I’m steppin’ into the twilight zone Place is a madhouse, feels like being cloned My beacon’s been moved under moon and star Where am I to go, now that I’ve gone too far
Soon you will come to know When the bullet hits the bone Soon you will come to know When the bullet hits the bone
I’m falling down the spiral, destination unknown Double-crossed messenger, all alone Can’t get no connection, can’t get through, where are you
Well the night weighs heavy on his guilty mind This far from the borderline When the hitman comes He knows damn well he has been cheated And he says
Help I’m steppin’ into the twilight zone Place is a madhouse, feels like being cloned My beacon’s been moved under moon and star Where am I to go, now that I’ve gone too far
Help I’m steppin’ into the twilight zone Place is a madhouse, feels like being cloned My beacon’s been moved under moon and star Where am I to go, now that I’ve gone too far
Soon you will come to know When the bullet hits the bone Soon you will come to know When the bullet hits the bone
Help I’m steppin’ into the twilight zone Place is a madhouse, feels like being cloned My beacon’s been moved under moon and star Where am I to go, now that I’ve gone too far
Help I’m steppin’ into the twilight zone Place is a madhouse, feels like being cloned My beacon’s been moved under moon and star Where am I to go, now that I’ve gone too far
Soon you will come to know When the bullet hits the bone Soon you will come to know When the bullet hits the bone
Soon you will come to know When the bullet hits the bone Soon you will come to know When the bullet hits the bone
When the bullet hits the bone When the bullet hits the bone When the bullet hits the bone When the bullet hits the bone When the bullet hits the bone When the bullet hits the bone When the bullet hits the bone When the bullet hits the bone
Jonah 3:10 And God saw their works, that they turned from their evil way; and God repented of the evil, that he had said that he would do unto them; and he did it not.
Leviticus 18:25 And the land is defiled: therefore I do visit the iniquity thereof upon it, and the land itself vomiteth out her inhabitants.
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Some folks say that I’ve got the perfect life
Three swell kids, lots of toys and a lovely wife
I fly, I sail, I throw caution to the wind
Drift like a stratus cloud above the Caribbean
But every now and then, the dragons come to call
Just when you least expect it, you’ll be dodgin’ cannonballs
I’ve seen too much not to stay in touch with a world full of love and luck
I’ve got a big suspicion ’bout ammunition, I never forget to duck
Come back, come back, back to Jamaica
Don’t you know, we made a big mistake-a
We’d be so sad if you told us goodbye
And we promise not to shoot you out of the sky
It was a beautiful day, the kind you want to toast
We were treetop flyin’, movin’ west along the coast
Then we landed in the water, just about my favorite thrill
When some asshole started firing as we taxied to Negril
Just about to lose my temper as I endeavored to explain
We had only come for chicken, we were not a ganja plane
Well, you should have seen their faces when they finally realized
We were not some coked-up cowboys sporting guns and alibis
Come back, come back, back to Jamaica
Don’t you know, we made a big mistake-a
We’d be so sad if you told us goodbye
And we promise not to shoot you out of the sky
They shot from the lighthouse, they shot from the highway
They shot from the top of the cliff
They had all gone haywire, we’re catchin’ fire
And there wasn’t even a spliff
Well, the word got out all over the island
Friends, strangers, they were all apologizin’
Some thought me crazy for being way too nice
But it’s just another shitty day in paradise
Come back, come back, back to Jamaica
Don’t you know, we made a big mistake-a
We’d be so sad if you told us goodbye
And we promise not to shoot you out of the sky
Come back, Come back, back to Jamaica
Don’t you know, we made a big mistake-a
We’d be so sad if you told us goodbye
And we promise not to shoot you
Promise not to shoot you
Promise not to shoot you
Out of the sky
( Jamaica Mistaica by Jimmy Buffett, Russ Kunkel, Roger Guth, Peter Mayer, Jim Mayer )
Luke 4:23 And he said unto them, Ye will surely say unto me this proverb, Physician, heal thyself: whatsoever we have heard done in Capernaum, do also here in thy country.