💯💯💯💯💯💯💯👈🙌☝️👏 This is my favorite version of this song…just wow! ((starting @ 1:43 point in song..it gets tremendous…))
I Can Only Imagine | BYU Noteworthy…you will be happy you watched…
Embracing Accusation – Shane & Shane
The father of lies coming to steal, kill and destroy💥
All my hopes of being good enough💥
I hear him saying, “Cursed are the ones who can’t abide”💥
He’s right, Hallelujah, he’s right💥
The devil is preaching the song of the redeemed💥
That I am cursed and gone astray
I cannot gain salvation, embracing accusation💥
Could the father of lies be telling the truth
Of God to me tonight?💥
If the penalty of sin is death, then death is mine💥
I hear him saying, “Cursed are the ones who can’t abide”💥
He’s right, Hallelujah, he’s right💥
The devil is preaching the song of the redeemed💥
That I am cursed and gone astray💥
I cannot gain salvation💥
Oh, the devil’s singing over me an age old song💥
That I am cursed and gone astray💥
Singing the first verse so conveniently over me💥
He’s forgotten the refrain, Jesus saves
He redeemed us from the curse of [Incomprehensible]💥
He redeemed us from the curse of [Incomprehensible]💥
He redeemed us from the curse of [Incomprehensible]💥
He redeemed us from the curse of [Incomprehensible]💥
He redeemed us from the curse of [Incomprehensible]💥
He redeemed us from the curse of [Incomprehensible]💥
Source: LyricFind🎶🎶🎶
Songwriters: Shane Barnard🎶🎶🎶
Embracing Accusation lyrics © Capitol CMG Publishing🎶🎶🎶
Bad Taste
…
by Loia🏳
I sprayed a man… without a face—
I sprayed him… with my can of mace—
Unfortunately… seems it went to waste—
Fortunately— I left him… with a real bad taste…
—
© Bryan H. 2025 — All Rights Reserved
NOT SHORT BUT NOT TOO LONG…THEY SAY ITS A POEM…
“Tho Still—not Too Late—…”
by Loia
Tryin’ to get in
where I fit in…
Found I no place
to sit in.
Should’ve been here—
not to begin with.
Tho a musical chair…?
Shiny with flair…?
O yes, for me!
O wait—no…
Specially fits all y’all
who dare…
Let the spin begin…
Clinched fist
to y’all, men…
Southern by grace—
So little thy faith…
Then times—it’s just taste…
Beat death
from this place…
O now—
no—not one.
Nor friend, nor face…
Eyed one man
when start of race…
Tho none see now…
O perhaps—
Should’ve loved last place…
O perhaps—
should’ve chose stealth—
thine pace…
O perhaps should’ve just loved—…
Tho still—not too late—…
© Bryan H. 2025 — All Rights Reserved
A SHORT FAITH POEM
“In Heart of It…”
(by Loia)
In the heart of it,
O dark night of it–
Distantly, partially lit,
Possibly the end of it?’
Dreamth of yellow,
Places of gray,
Flowing in the depths of it.
Jesus saves me–
In and out from the pit of it.
O my, O my…
Looks like the end of it…,’…,’…t
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Heart of Loia `'.,°~ 