I CREATE THE FRUIT OF THE LIPS

ISAIAH 57:19-21
I CREATE THE FRUIT 
O
THE LIPS; 
PEACE, 
PEACE 
TO HIM 
THAT IS 
FAR OFF, 
AND 
TO HIM 
THAT
 IS 
NEAR, 
SAITH THE LORD; 
AND 
I WILL HEAL HIM. 
BUT 
THE WICKED 
ARE 
LIKE 
THE TROUBLED SEA, 
WHEN IT 
CANNOT REST, 
WHOSE
 WATERS CAST 
UP 
MIRE AND DIRT. 
THERE IS NO PEACE, 
SAITH MY GOD, 
TO 
THE WICKED. 



LOVE

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