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They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
I can read His righteous sentence in the dim and flaring lamps:
His day is marching on!
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
I can read His righteous sentence in the dim and flaring lamps:
His day is marching on!
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword:
His truth is marching on.
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword:
His truth is marching on.
"I dont want to believe in hell. I dont want to believe youre going there. But this is what Jesus says. You can walk away. You can choose justice. You can use your skills and training for good. You can be a protector. But right now you're not."
"I dont want to believe in hell. I dont want to believe youre going there. But this is what Jesus says. You can walk away. You can choose justice. You can use your skills and training for good. You can be a protector. But right now you're not."
It also includes her op-ed.
It also includes her op-ed.
A dude playing Dire Straits’s “Sultans of Swing” guitar solo on…a recorder.
A dude playing Dire Straits’s “Sultans of Swing” guitar solo on…a recorder.
the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored? trampled.
the faithful lighting of his terrible swift sword? buddy, you better believe that's loosed.
the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored? trampled.
the faithful lighting of his terrible swift sword? buddy, you better believe that's loosed.