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Chapel by Timothy S.


I praise you Lord!-You are my strength and my reward! This is the song I'm singing while bringing praises to the Kingdom-due to the fact that I need Him in every season. I long to see Him, and drop to His knees in worship. Where else can I go? Lord, I will forever run to you, because there's no where else I can go, whatever I can show is worthless-you look at it in disgust-you only require everything through the soul. What does it takes to disappoint you? This answer is quite simple-a rejected decision to receive the Lord Jesus as your Savior. We don't know how much God creates by making something from nothing. So never worry, because our God got your back, to give you the air you breath like an oxygen pack. Lift your hands in the Chapel to receive the gift of faith-I've tasted the goodness of the Lord and I can say that this is great. When it's worship time, we need to stand on our legs in truth, because we're soldiers for the general so salute. He gives the command and we take the orders in no complaints-remember what happened to Israel when they grumbled? They fumbled the blessings of God and wouldn't listen; so He intervened on their behalf to block their vision. A Pastor once told me that worship is our weapon to execute the Lords' power, so my hands are lifted to Jesus to receive His spiritual shower. My cup overflows and drips to the ground due to His richness in mercy held in the palm of His love. I feel like I'm in a Tropical Rainforest, and there's a splash of His Spirit drenching my inner being. Now, it's okay if I can't see Him because my salvation is grounded in what I believe in. Jesus is all I need to discharge my physical greed that reproduces based on this flesh distasteful. Every year He's near to give us the victory that's so deserving-serving as the living WORD in His ministry emerging-swerving on a lane of vehicles honking their horn to drive me off. I've come to the realization that this world was never on His side, but He loved it anyway to die according to the scriptures in ink. If that man or woman wink to put your flesh on the brink to not think in the blink of a second, then link your spiritual connection in a clink to Christ. In our own strength we can not do this, the only thing we are doing is wasting our time in applying, but when we stop trying by denying ourselves in daily doses of the selfish pursuit for the addictions we rather have, and give ourselves to His will-including our cash, our time, our plans, our sins, and our personal purpose-He is now able to advertise your talents like endorsements. I sought this out through Jesus to study and test the waters-to learn from the beginning He's been around way before our birth. He was with the Father, and the Spirit when the Earth's worth shaped it's form through love. God is so passionate for us in rough days critical, so let's share His heart to the people in tough days miserable. 

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Timattack

What's up! Here as a servant for CHRIST JESUS.

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