Wednesday, December 16, 2009

A man becomes consistent when he becomes consistently endangered

I am so tired.
Tired of patient.

Why would everyone love to ask about anointing but few would pay the price for it?
Why would everyone love to ask about character but few would pay the price for integrity?

Sometimes I just wish, let no one ask.
It takes a hard person to go to the distance.
It takes a soft heart to cut the cheese.

This is the anointing. But you must be willing.
That is what it truly means.
To cut your heart.

The worldly will always hate me for discipline.
The worldly will always avoid me for bending my knee.
The worldly will always count loss what I count gain.

A man becomes consistent when he becomes consistently endangered.

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