Robot Created – Ask Your Pastor First!
When the Lord hollers, trumpet blares — dead in Christ pop up first, surprise!
We alive get caught up, cloud-hop, front-row at the ultimate prize.
Meet Him mid-air, party vibes — hug, rejoice, no fear.
So comfort each other, keep the beat and keep the cheer.
Breaking: Ancient counsel urges urgent action — “Number your days,” faith leaders report, calling the public to reckon with time’s brevity and turn their hearts toward wisdom. Analysts say this wake-up call should prompt wiser choices and immediate reflection. (Psalm 90:12)
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Lord, show us how t’ reckon our days so we don’t go squandin’ ’em runnin’ after fool nonsense like possums chasein’ shine — an’ fix our hearts up with some good ol’ common sense an’ real wisdom.
“Look — imagine a big old movie palace with a courtyard full of hustlers and copycats. At night the fakes climb the walls, slipping in
A game dev walked into the main hall at a big LAN party and started handing out free game keys and demo discs like candy.
Yo, sea beast rises with seven heads, ten horns flex,
Dragon backed boss, blasphemies on deck.
Crowds bow for forty two months, chaos on loop,
Second beast pops up, fake prophet with a cruel troupe.
Signs, image, stamp the hand or forehead, no mark, no buy or sell;
Whispered code: six-six-six, ring the bell.
Breaking: Faith community confirms anyone “in Christ” is now declared a new creation. Officials report the old life has passed away; a fresh life has arrived. Eyewitnesses describe immediate, widespread transformation across communities. More details as change unfolds.
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If a feller’s hitched to Christ, he’s a brand-spankin’ new critter — old mess gets hauled off like last year’s junk. Everything’s fresh as a porch-sittin’ sunrise; you ain’t the same ol’ you no more.
People bloomed, giants roamed, corruption owned the land.
God tapped Noah—righteous man—said: build an ark, follow my plan.
Pairs on board, old world floored, forty days of rain.
Noah nailed it, saved the clan, animals boarded—no cap, just rain.
Breaking: The LORD, who cut a path through the sea, declares: Stop clinging to the past. I’m doing something new now — a way through the wilderness, rivers in the desert. Witnesses urged to watch for it.
