DISABLED
I can’t breath! I can’t move!
I can’t see! I can’t hear!
What’s going on?
When was the last time your heart followed the Lord?
When was the last time your heart waited on His word?
As you breathe, is there praise?
As you move, is there worship?
Just as life begins, life also ends from the inside-out…
Now all that’s left is a bag of dust and dry bones—poof!
A voided soul is spread amongst the earth; you’re disconnected, pulled every which way used up by everyone and anyone against your will.
A reserved soul shakes off the dust and His fragrance is diffused, you’re a minister of the new covenant testifying how the Spirit gives life while the absence of will kill.
So, who’s hand is playing your life and death cards – is it you?
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