With Apologies To James Russel Lowell

Truth forever on the scaffold,
Wrong forever on the throne,
Yet that scaffold sways the future,
and, behind the dim unknown,
Standeth God within the shadow,
keeping watch above his own.

Yet upon that lonely scaffold
Is God’s imprimatur
So that the “villain” is the Prince
And the Prince — provocateur
And so History is written
so that God’s victory is secure

Now Is The Appointed Time Of Salvation

The Serpent’s words flowing over lips
That are painted with Cultural Marxist drips
speak the common lie
that to live is to die

To keep the lies, tight and clean
The Marxist employs the old routine
of blowing smoke and ready bribes
to destroy the Christian tribes

To keep them dumb, they suck out the brains
via school and Hollywood stains
they come with news to “save”
by making us all slaves

The media whispers in our ears
“pleasure and sex will replace Jesus fears
if you’ll only listen to me
We’ll set your libido free”

The ministers warble a carefree song
“Be at peace there’s nothing wrong”
Smoothing out the bumps
for the rank and file chumps

Then raises the voice of R2K
“This isn’t our fight anyway”
And the faith lies there inert
While the male girls lift their skirts

At a distance stands a baphomet
Who chuckles with no regret
eyes sparkling with joy
at a culture now his toy

he thinks, “circus and bread is all it took
the lust of flesh, and lust of look
And now I hold all sway
And their passion is now my play”

But there’s a voice on the air
In Marxist Vanity Fair
“The King is ending the Frankfort play
Kiss the Son or perish in the way
There’s time yet to escape”

No clever talk, nor a gift to bring
requires our lowly, lovely king
Surrender is the only thing
He looks for you to sing

Now is the appointed time to plea
Now the bound can be set free
Of the sneaking snake coiled about their feet
Plying with deceit

The lies of Marx, lie like mist
they warp, spoil, and finally twist
But the Sovereign God is a Hurricane
Who blows away Marxist chains

The Lord Christ

The Lord Christ

The Word spoken at Creation
The Captain of His people’s Salvation
The Promised blessings unto the Nations
Our Elder Brother

The Body and Blood as Bread and Wine
Very Man and very Divine
Of Mary’s Seed and David’s line
The Lamb of God

He who would crush the Serpent’s Head
He who would bring life from the Dead
The Warrior who would go on Ahead
The Great High Priest

Giver of Meaning and Quencher of Thirst
New Wine means old wine-skins Burst
The first shall be last and the last shall be first
Our Propitiation and Mercy Seat

A Warrior who demands surrender of all
Adam’s successor, reverse of the fall
Those who come, are those who He calls
The Great High King

We walk now in terms of His Victory
No surrender for those with eyes now to see
His Knowledge shall cover from sea unto sea
His Present Kingdom shall come

New Words To An Old Tune — Rise Up O Men Of God

Rise up, O men of God!
War now is our chief thing
Be done with trinkets that will pass
And Fight for our great King

Rise up, O men of God!
Your families look to you
For training so they too can fight
For all that’s dear and true

Rise up, O men of God
The Church now needs it’s men
To cast out those who mar Christ’s name
And to lead to Victory’s end

Rise-up, O men of God
Now is no time for peace
The Battle must be joined by all
Our warring must increase

Rise up, O men of God!
Have done with lesser things.
Give heart and mind and soul and strength
to serve the King of kings.

(Vs. 1-4 BLM; final verse is from the original Hymn)

Thoughts From Ecclesiastes

Man is born seeking meaning in all he goes about
He desires to understand it all, from beginning to the end
He labors to quench uncertainties raised by constant doubt
But apart from God in Christ, it’s just a chasing of the wind

Meaning comes from outside of us, and is never ours to make
Wisdom is a gift of God, given to those who seek his face
“The Wise” are ones who handle all for their Redeemer’s sake
Who understand that creatures must keep the creature’s place