Is this grace? To tread down this narrow path, step after step; to meditate and pray day and night, alone. Will this torment end? Perfection cannot be reached. Why not just let go? Consumed with self-sanctity, you've lost sight of your birth. Answer me this: Did your fallen flesh save you? Or was it an alien righteousness inputed to you through the faith you so quickly forgot? Beget by the Spirit and so shall we finish. Remember this my this: my God is a consuming fire and a righteousness judge. He will pour out His cup upon the accursed: they who rely on pious acts, counted as filthy rags in His sight. But my God is the bringer of life and a loving Father. He exhausted His wrath once and for all upon a lamb without blemish. Beget by the Spirit and so shall we finish. His blood has made us pure. We will stand, justified, before His throne, clothed in His spotless robes, free from all condemnation. Death has been conquered. No longer does it exert its dominion. Just as Christ cannot twice be crucified, neither can we be cut off from our Father. For we have been eternally sealed by an unbreakable promise He swore to Himself for the sake of His name. No words can convey this incessant joy that burns brighter than the sun. Therefore, go and sin no more.
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