The Sovereign God

The flower’s dress, the Sparrow’s nest
The tickling breeze, the snow like wool
Whether a man becomes wise or fool
The King’s heart as God’s work and tool
In each, the Sovereign God is manifest

The chafing drought, the flood that rages
The child born either whole or broken
The word that’s used before it’s spoken
Each is only instance or token
Of a God who rules through all the ages

So let the wicked Oligarchs all conspire
Let them plan to make God’s elect their slaves
To drone us all into pre-planned graves
Our sovereign King destroys and saves
And He shall have His each desire

Independence Day 2016

Our Military is now spelled L – G – B – Q – T
Our soldiers don’t know whether to sit or stand to pee
Never mind all that … it’s Independence Day
Time to celebrate our “Freedom” in the gay ole USA

They charge a fee to suck out the baby parts
Then they charge a fee for harvested baby hearts
They make a profit coming and going at the American abortion mill
But none of that is important boys, cuz Independence is a thrill

So, it’s Hey Ho a Derrio, the surreal has found a place
The flag’s draped upon the Cross in the Church’s Holy Space
The Vet is now the Church’s newly worshiped Saint
Honored for driving Humvees that turned children into paint

Independence day is a day when we are in a celebratory fickle
Never mind Dresden, and Hiroshima as Nuclear pop sickle
You have to realize it all had to be done
Without it where would be the Independence fun?

Did Ike kill a million unarmed Krauts fencing them in camps?
Did Allied soldiers rape a harvest of unwilling German “tramps”?
Did ole FDR conspire with Uncle Joe to make Eastern Europe pay?
What the hell does it matter son … It’s Independence Day?

So, it’s Hey Ho a Derrio, the surreal has found a place
The flag’s draped upon the Cross in the Church’s Holy Space
The Vet is now the Church’s newly worshiped and feted Saint
Honored for driving Humvees that turned children into paint

Strike up the Band and pass more of that yummy potato salad
Let’s hear another legend in our great American ballads
Tell the one about Sherman’s great march to the sea
When rape and pillage and starvation was the price for being free

I especially like the one where women and children were returned
In operation Keel Haul so that they could be executed and burned
Don’t forget the Yankee prisons where due process was a joke
After all, if you want to make an omelette you gotta break some yolks.

So, it’s Hey Ho a Derrio, the surreal has found a place
The flag’s draped upon the Cross in the Church’s Holy Space
The Vet is now the Church’s newly worshiped and feted Saint
Honored for driving Humvees that turned children into paint

Imagine John Lennon as Converted

Imagine there’s no ISIS
It’s easy if you try
No Muslims among us
Around us no PC lies
Imagine all Nations
Living for God’s Praise

Imagine there’s no Marxists
It isn’t hard to do
No equality BS
And no dialectic too
Imagine all God’s people
Living as postmills

You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the World will be then won

Imagine no Progressives
I wonder if you can
No envy or malice
The fulfillment of God’s plan
Imagine all God’s people
Conquering all the world…

You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will be then won

The Dark Soul-ed Storm

Europe’s Sons,  adopted by God
Have rejected Christ and forsaken kin
Bear the Father’s wrath and rod
Just penalty for such rebellious sin
Judgment is this dark souled storm
Abaddon’s migrant locust swarm

Will warning come from God’s Kirk?
Siren from the place of truth?
Alas, the prophet’s voice is now berserk
And the Holy desk is a carny booth
Judgment is this dark souled storm
That finds the Kirk in Apollyon’s form

A consecrated remnant can still be found
A band of blades for Christ supplied
But enough to halt the  Cerberus hound?
Or to turn back the dark souled tide?
Relief must come from He who calmed the storm
And those committed to Christ’s Reform

Arise ye clan of bards, prepare for siege
Kindred of Christ and Europe’s blood
We must defend our Lord and Liege
We must roll back the Dragon flood
For Christ and Country and future Kin
To now repose ‘twould be mortal sin