Boy Scouts Of America … Then and Now

When I was a Scout, I learned to tie the knots
I slept in nylon tents and on hard wooden cots
I learned the tourniquets to stop raging bleeds
But there never was a merit badge on the coupling of Male steeds

I learned the bark of oak and elm, of Maple tree and Fir
I learned the finery of distilleries and to guzzle hard liqueur
I learned to sharpen and throw a knife from Twenty paces afar
But I never earned a medal for attending the sodomite bazaar

I memorized a pledge and to recite the Boy Scout Law
I memorized Morse code and the rules for a power saw
I memorized all kinds of rules about Scout morality
But I never memorized a single thing about teenage sodomy

Now I am old and it seems the Eagle is something more
Then what it was when I earned it back in 1974
It seems that now the Eagle has become a Rooster Gay
And a whole new meaning is now in place for being a bird of prey

Truth

Truth may live a wretched life,
but always survives the lie,
It bears deceit’s cutting knife
It bleeds but never dies

Truth keeps home with the odd
Is intimate with the very least
It bears the catcall of “lying fraud”
But its oddball household is increased

The Second Coming Of Jenny Geddes Stool

Comes now a story as told from 21st century lore
When the Church was living in captivity as Babylon the Whore
Escondido had sworn that R2K would become the new Reformed jewel
They never dreamed they’d be undone by Jenny Gedde’s stool

The Ph.D’s and their sycophants, with printing presses hot
Expected all to genuflect over the theology they had wrought
Meredith Kline had sworn that Westminster 19 would never be the rule
But he passed before he could be introduced to Jenny Gedde’s stool

Kline’s disciples filled his shoes with Academic gravity and pomp
Resolved to cover the Reformed globe with their Republication swamp
VanDrunen, Hart, Horton, Clark, and others among those counted “cool”
Never expected they’d feel the wood of the metaphoric Gedde’s stool

They pushed their books insisting that Recovered Confessions meant
That all the Reformed World must offer up its assent
They introduced saints gone by, claiming all taught the hyphenated dual
But their plans began to crumble when met by Jenny Gedde’s stool

First Machen was trotted out by Hart as crypto Radical 2K
And that floated among the dupes until Machen’s words were displayed
And all the time they gnashed their teeth at the stubborn mules
Who had the temerity to resist R2K with Jenny Gedde’s stool

Then Natural Law was spun by the Magic of Van Drunen’s pen
The common realm was ruled by it, without Scripture’s intoned “Amen”
In the hearts of the saints the blood upwelled with bitter anguish full;
And to their blogs they took as one, casting Jenny Gedde’s stool

Next came covenant republication in this Reformed poison brew
Here the fingerprints of Horton were found creating this ballyhoo
To defend the truth rose warriors to expose this Escondido tool
And the weapon of their choice was Jenny Gedde’s metaphoric stool

Came forth then the sputtering of men not used to being told they’re wrong
Reinforcements did arrive but  Gordon and Trueman could not prolong
The inevitable demise of these schoolman’s Reformed Theology re-tool
It was brought to an end by the flying wood of Jenny Gedde’s metaphoric stool

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