Jeff Snyder2 | The devil is Jesus, the Bible is an idol and the Bible is the mark of the beast by Terry Scott @jeffsnyder210 | Uploaded February 2024 | Updated October 2024, 3 hours ago.
The devil is Jesus by Terry Scott
youtu.be/KZDQh73wkps?si=ltQgP2MehX7pg-bS
Bible is Mark of beast channel
youtu.be/lV0D5BCHdpk?si=wBln54hBtdWvjui5
"...You were the light and the way that they'll only read about..."
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We listen to the tales and romanticize,
How we'd follow the path of the hero.
Boast about the day when the rivers overrun.
How we rise to the height of our halo.
Listen to the tales as we all rationalize
Our way into the arms of the savior,
Feigning all the trials and the tribulations;
None of us have actually been there,
Not like you...
Ignorant fibbers in the congregation
Gather around spewing sympathy,
Spare me.
None of them can even hold a candle up to you.
Blinded by choice, these hypocrites won't see.
But enough about the collective Judas.
Who could deny you were the one who illuminated your little piece of the divine?
And this little light of mine, a gift you passed on to me;
I'm gonna let it shine to guide you safely on your way,
Your way home ...
Oh, what are they going to do when the lights go down,
Without you to guide them all to Zion?
What are they going to do when the rivers overrun,
Other than tremble incessantly?
High is the way, but our eyes are upon the ground.
You were the light and the way they'll only read about.
I only pray Heaven knows when to lift you out.
Ten thousand days in the fire is long enough;
You're going home.
You're the only one who can hold your head up high,
Shake your fists at the gates saying:
"I have come home now!
Fetch me the spirit, the son, and the father.
Tell them their pillar of faith has ascended.
It's time now!
My time now!
Give me my, give me my wings!"
The devil is Jesus by Terry Scott
youtu.be/KZDQh73wkps?si=ltQgP2MehX7pg-bS
Bible is Mark of beast channel
youtu.be/lV0D5BCHdpk?si=wBln54hBtdWvjui5
"...You were the light and the way that they'll only read about..."
youtu.be/qJq9y9xPKWs?si=q9MxARtbh0nja-qP
We listen to the tales and romanticize,
How we'd follow the path of the hero.
Boast about the day when the rivers overrun.
How we rise to the height of our halo.
Listen to the tales as we all rationalize
Our way into the arms of the savior,
Feigning all the trials and the tribulations;
None of us have actually been there,
Not like you...
Ignorant fibbers in the congregation
Gather around spewing sympathy,
Spare me.
None of them can even hold a candle up to you.
Blinded by choice, these hypocrites won't see.
But enough about the collective Judas.
Who could deny you were the one who illuminated your little piece of the divine?
And this little light of mine, a gift you passed on to me;
I'm gonna let it shine to guide you safely on your way,
Your way home ...
Oh, what are they going to do when the lights go down,
Without you to guide them all to Zion?
What are they going to do when the rivers overrun,
Other than tremble incessantly?
High is the way, but our eyes are upon the ground.
You were the light and the way they'll only read about.
I only pray Heaven knows when to lift you out.
Ten thousand days in the fire is long enough;
You're going home.
You're the only one who can hold your head up high,
Shake your fists at the gates saying:
"I have come home now!
Fetch me the spirit, the son, and the father.
Tell them their pillar of faith has ascended.
It's time now!
My time now!
Give me my, give me my wings!"
