Black Label

Follow in someone else’s skateboarding shoes. It’s a life giveaway. It could happen if you show up. There’s a chance they won’t fit. Quite a trip. Ready to rip? Black labels instantly cruise over the miles of cables. Black labels make perfect chroma keys. Special effects alter the truthful reality.

Faux osteoderms on skin signatures are prehistoric matters. Love letters step into memory foam soles condone higher levels of aggression from head to toe. His Louisiana soul has a deeper drive propelling the skateboard through persecution. The smile comes from what kept Antioch alive. Dead grass splashes on molten asphalt.

The drought is due to a low birth rate by water and Spirit. The rush for gold. The rush for technology. The rush for entertainment. The Spirit of God now enters those who are called here like a rush of wind. Greater than all rushes combined. Be still along the green solid board fence. Take off your shoes and stay awhile. The board is greener. Time to remove the black labels on skin signatures. Under grace our instrumentation goes from a manual to the flip side where automatic righteousness rides away steady in our God.