Infallible Freedom

Sent tickets off to Paris The Princes royal ball Her feet perfumed in slippers She barely spoke at all Being led up to his chambers A knife in crimson red Had drawn beneath her garter But this is what he said How could the kingdom come to this When leaders are killed by ones they've led I let your sorrow be my own Lady of light I call you home Her shadow danced off mirrors She turned her head away The knife in trembling fingers The blood froze in her veins Her eyes lit up with hatred Desired bloodlust fed Her sins were sharpened iron And this is what she said You let the kingdom come to this When leaders betray the ones they've led You let my sorrow turn to pain Prince of the dark I end your reign Sent tickets off to London The Princes royal ball Her feet perfumed in slippers She barely spoke at all.

Who was cursed by God? Who ends up in the fraction of rich? Who decides what laws create order? And how does God see suffering? Why in a world of good people, from one man chaos erupts? Why didn't God save the six million Jews seventy years ago? Why didn't God save the ten year old boy from cancer last week? Why did God let me stub my toe on the step this morning? I mean, how extreme does it have to be for God to step in? Where's the line? What kind of world would be live in if every time something was about to happen God stepped in? Is there a God with enough sovereignty to step in and use all that so-called "love" for his creation? It's beyond our control. It's unexpected. It's painful. But it's also not necessarily Satan's tool. I pray for your bleeding ears to hear these words of hope. That true wisdom that shows through how we live. Why do I believe in Jesus? Because I choose to believe what the Bible says is true. If it is true, I have ev...