This week I've been sick, and feeling like this:
The devil takes advantage of situations like that.Painting beautiful pictures;
with the lies that spill
out of your mouth like
paint.
Telling me that beauty
lies,
in the eyes staring down
the toilet.
In the eyes stared back
into.
The ones needing to see to
believe.
You say beauty lies in the
eyes,
that see zero at least
four times a day;
When they dress,
undress,
and look down towards her toes.
and look down towards her toes.
The eyes who memorize the
pair of another,
but don't even recognize their
creator.
You lie.
You
are no god, you speak no truth.
You
kill joy, steal peace, and destroy self-esteem.
But
I know God.
I
know the truth that He speaks into my soul.
He tells me;
He tells me;
Beauty rests in the eyes
of The Beholder,
and I am His beloved whom
He watches day and night.
All because I allow myself to
be held,
by the Creator who knows
me as broken,
yet sees me as beautiful.
Beauty never lies.. you do.
God's heart hurts for us when we're hurting.
He wants us to rely on Him for strength.
He WANTS to come through for us.
HE WILL PROTECT US.
Unfortunately,Satan likes us when we're hurting too,
because we're more likely to believe his lies.
Stand firm in the Lord's truth, because the devil is for real.
Just remember, he's already been defeated.
It's 12am, and I have to be up in 5 hours.
I am exhausted.
I miss my brother tremendously, and my parents too.
I feel like crying, puking, and sleeping all at the same time.
But Satan has been defeated.
I may live in a fallen world;
but Satan loses, and Jesus Christ wins.
I find my hope in that one thing.
(Sometimes I get really angry with Satan..)
Beauty never lies.. you do.
God's heart hurts for us when we're hurting.
He wants us to rely on Him for strength.
He WANTS to come through for us.
HE WILL PROTECT US.
Unfortunately,Satan likes us when we're hurting too,
because we're more likely to believe his lies.
Stand firm in the Lord's truth, because the devil is for real.
Just remember, he's already been defeated.
It's 12am, and I have to be up in 5 hours.
I am exhausted.
I miss my brother tremendously, and my parents too.
I feel like crying, puking, and sleeping all at the same time.
But Satan has been defeated.
I may live in a fallen world;
but Satan loses, and Jesus Christ wins.
I find my hope in that one thing.
(Sometimes I get really angry with Satan..)
