Poetry

Truth

Disarm and destroy the lies
The ones that invade my soul

The ones that make false promises 

And hide the dirt with drizzles of gold

Remove the veneer that blinds my eyes

Implant Your truth, unravel the disguise

Genesis 3:1

Now the serpent was more crafty than any of the wild animals the LORD God had made. He said to the woman, “Did God really say, ‘You must not eat from any tree in the garden’?”

Philippians 4:8 

Whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable — if anything is excellent or praiseworthy — think about such things. 

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