Monday, September 19, 2011

Liar, Liar pants on fire

I get really sick of you, you know. I really don’t need your help to remind me of all the things I shoulda/woulda/coulda done. Nor do I need you to point out the ways I’ve disobeyed God. Sometimes you go so far to plant these lies in my head that sound so believable that I begin to believe them. You are nothing more than a liar and thief and I want you outta my head. Take your eviction notice and beat it – this brain belongs to the author of Truth.


Misty said...


JD said...


And on your way out, satan, take your wreckin' crew with ya. God needs the space for bigger things.