Weary, yet continue to walk. Shedding tears, stress attacking my thoughts. Confused, why have I been cast down? Or so it seems, know not what to ask now. Clouded thoughts interrupt a sacred vision. Spiritual discernment, the lack of which causes collision. The breeding ground of destruction, For not heeding divine instruction. Stiff-necks will be broken without remedy. Relaxed standards, the work of the enemy. Minimized for the sake of convenience, Lost in interpretation, and doctrines of demons. Thou shall not, means just that when interpreted. Disobedience, the sign of the serpent's kids. Casting doubt, fishing lines with big hooks. Tempting bait, hypnotized with one look. Crooks patiently wait for their lies to be taken. Our lives are as open books, read before all men. Judge not, for none are without sin. Living Bibles, the only kind some will ever read, Actions are pages, the fruit of our tree. Accomplishing whatever we believe. More than conquerors, faith the size of a mustard seed. Small beginnings, but it finishes big. Produce works unlike the tree without figs, Yeshua cursed, and it withered and died. So will you and I, if we don't abide, In the sacred Vine, we are the branches. It's not wise to sever ties, in order to run rampant. Without Him, we are worthless, Just facades fading away earth's list. Playing cards we are dealt. Deck stacked against us, gambling heavenly wealth. Squander it all, the human mind is broken. Now reprobate, confined by false notions.