I desire truth like Martin Luther researching for reformation; leaving a trail of lies behind to be buried and never tracing. In a traditional routine I know my soul is lost and damned; so if I'm trusting in my good works, apparently, I lost His plans. When sin boils on my skin like bumps spread for ointment, then I need to visit my Savior to set an appointment, because I'm sick internally, externally, equally by default. The Pope may say that there's no confession necessary, but that's messing up the blessing to question what's necessary. Take the whole WORD of God by promises in history, because by faith alone every year in Him there's victory. I'm suffocating daily and desperately need God like air, or my pulse is not beating, and my brain is not functioning. There's no other name, that's higher, no other name, that's stronger, no other name, forever. I will praise that name. Hungry for food to eat when God spoke He fed you, and He's concerned about your daily outcome results like weekly schedules. A wise man searches for wisdom through documents because it's more precious than gold, therefore, I got with this. The world will say I'm still slow due to my indulgence in scriptures, and that I'm wasting my time with a mind of a heretic. But my response is; "what's the point of moving forward if your not building others up and bringing them with you? If my brothers or sisters fails then I failed." So I yell off the top of my lungs that I must share what I've read, in order to pour out God's heart on the others who are dead. The time to disregard Babylon only happens when we pray by staying in one spot and catching His full attention. There's a soul in every one of us but this flesh is for the worms, and we have a free-will choice to take it to Heaven or let it burn-Hell fire doesn't sound good, it's such a word that's strong, but without repentance for our sins we will be wiped from His memory. God may be hard to obtain like a password in a weak code, but He never snoozes like the alarm in sleep mode. It takes interpretation to discover what God might show; to fully realize how He cleanses like with snow. Any famous artists can spit with a tight flow decorated in paint, but something stinks when the foolishness emerges from the voice of a deceiver. Believe in this, I desire truth like the hedonist who's always seeking for pleasure in their character traits. We can not spend our whole life studying who's fake or who's real, when God would rather  we seek Him to develop a new skill, and that skill can be worthwhile through the gifting's in His Son. Like a football passed to a receiver I need God to throw me in, because He has the ability to raise up my platform like podium. We're all set through His blood that removes every threat to tell that devil to sit, or scare him away like a pet. I place no bets on God because I'm aware that His WORD will last-conforming into every part of His business like a staff-all the rest of my days. Singing praises early to His name like the Northern Mocking Bird standing outside the window in sweet songs of Psalms. It's only truth that I desire so I turn my back on a liar, because their only slowing me down like a broken flat tire. Time is of an essence so every tick is sensible-I'm afraid of wasting my years in ideas reprehensible. I have to believe God because in nature itself He shows me, and through His WORD alone He guards me like a goalie. Christ showed me a miracle and with open hands I caught, and now I release it in a continuation with words plaudit.