Message From GOD کے بول

My people are destroyed for lack of truth You were conditioned since your youth Traditions taught you what seemed right But I am bringing all things light Come out, come out From among the separate Says the Lord your God I don't slip in temples made by hands I dwell in you My chosen ones So many things you thought were innocent ways But they are rooted in the darkness of old days Even the candles you blow on birthdays Are tied to which craft and pagan light My people are destroyed for lack of knowledge Now from among them I've spoken Have no part with deeds of darkness But it's for them You must discern, awaken, break free Not every tradition is innocent Not every custom is me Many will take the mark because of deception pain But I've sent my vessels to speak and stand The seven day is Sabbath Holy and true The Saturday is mine The set apart for you Prophetic declaration Stop bowing to idols those grave in lies That male gifts and Jesus cannot save your lives Get out of church's bounded man's decree 501 chains are not of me If I walked in today I would split those tables But they turned my house into a den of thieves On a stable Come out, come out From among them Be separate Set the Lord your God I am alive I dwell in temple made by hands I dwell in you In my chosen ones You are the temple where my spirit rests Not buildings, not idols, but art truly black So go into the highway, survive, waste the streets Compel them to come till my house is complete Wait up My people, the time is ahead Returns to the truth Be my command, come out, come out Walking my life for the harvest is ready Go shine bright, come out Thank you for watching