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You must bow at the cross before ascending to the throne
You must give it all away; your life is not your own
You say, prosperity is mine -- I claim it and it's free
But the truth is, erring one, you never gave your all to me
My Word, it works in power
It's the grace of God alive
But your fruit, it has turned sour
Remember, it's a double edg'ed knife
Then you refuse my call to holiness
Like a wanton, reckless Bride
You never asked to use your faith
For what the Father desired to do
Or in which direction to believe
And so a wandering heart ensued
To "prosperity" and so-called peace you ran,
and this is what you spoke
Your deeds of good were full of greed
Self-righteous giving was just a cloak
Repent and turn to me,
Or else your candle
will be removed
And become now poor in spirit
That your soul you do not lose
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"...He humbled himself, and became obedient unto death, even the death of the cross." --Phillipians 2:8
