by Apostle Gabriel Cross
No more yesterday’s manna, riding off fumes and assume. Charge and rush into my presence. Bombard the heavens, lay down with me in my Glory, seek my heart. When you seek my heart, you will see and obtain my heart. Only when you seek my heart.
I am not as concerned or dealing with what you do as much as the heart of why you do it. Kill, abort, end the religious routine.
Pure Glory 
What are you thinking?