Lies, I’ve deceived myself in this hour of solitude
Through the breaking of love and spirit
These words spit from my mouth
Bitterness poured from deep within my heart
Only to stain and harden my skin
Erasing compassion

Ripping the joy, let me go
Ripping the joy from inside of me, let me go
Ripping the joy from inside of me, let me go

Trying to rid myself of this frame

Wash it from my eyes, all these sad goodbyes
Make me feel again
Wash it from my eyes, all these sad goodbyes
Make me feel again
(Leave me here to reconcile these unfinished plans)

Love broke me
(These unfinished plans)
Love broke me
Love broke me

Trials are in vain
I press on not knowing what there is to gain
In all that I’ve failed
I have come to realize Your truth shines through pain

–Hopesfall, “Shines Through”–

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Roman Catholicism belongs in the category of false religions…
they do not believe in the true Gospel.
–John MacArthur–

Hell is going to be filled with people, sadly, who are involved in this prophesying, exorcising demons, and doing miracles.  They claim to be worshipers.  “Lord, Lord,” and then they say it again, “Lord, Lord.”  Once in verse 21, once in verse 22.  They sing the music.  They feel the energy.  They’re in the middle of the experience.
–John MacArthur–

I’ve never felt the presence of God.
I don’t even know what that means!
–John MacArthur–